Dark as ink is the sky when
big wind blows A tall tree bends, its crown
downward goes Black waves surge in the
ocean down the hill Burdened by the clouds, the
sky seems to fall Across the bay my shabby
house hosts coldness My aging heart harbors
nothing but emptiness Looking down at the ocean I
never stop to sigh In the Sahā-lokadhātu who the
hell am I?
Grass rustles outside the window,
A strong wind is blowing, I know
The wind comes from the sea,
And there's no smog though
China is choking with ailment
Who will clear dusty universe?
If not properly addressed, this issue
Global disasters will follow
Foolish people are hard to teach
Ostriches bury their heads in the sand
Please open up the big data,
And fight disaster with transparent hand
Otherwise_____
The mountains and rivers will no more be green
The Yellow Peril will someday return
Relocating hundred millions of people
Is beyond the capacity of any nation
Disputes will arise from this,
And wars will be waged
Space remains unexplored,
Earth is already destroyed
No wonder some say that
Having children is suffering
Those who commit sins today
Will bring shame to their offspring
In the twilight of a dark winter
Rode in the darkness a bachelor
He missed workout the night before,
And forced himself up for the gym door
Three meals a day is what he works for
Half his life wasted in hitting the temple bell
The beauty he longs for cannot be seen
Yet he is impatient chanting the sutra as well
雨后 20170123
雨后天半晴，大雁人字飞。晓云犹低挂，高空镰月垂。 时落珠帘雨，可是湘竹泪？欲问无从问，低首思蛾眉。
After the Rain 20170123
After the rain, the day is half clear
Geese fly over in the formation of V
Still hanging low are the morning clouds
High in the sky a crescent moon I can see
Showers come down like beads of curtain
Is it the tear of the wives of King Shun?
I want to ask someone but there’s none
Lowering my head, I think of the loved one
晨上班见朝霞褪色有感 20170126
好花不长开，好景不长在。方才玫瑰云，转瞬色已衰。 落花委泥垢，折戟沙中埋。豪杰能几时，隔洋问雪莱。
The Fading of Morning Colorful
Clouds 20170126
Flowers do not stay in bloom long
Pretty scenes are quickly gone
See the rosy clouds just now?
Soon they lose their colors strong
Fallen petals turn to dust
Broken spears are buried in sand
How long can a hero's fame last
Go and ask Shelly of England
I'm having a wet wet Lantern Festival
As wet as the water to boil the dumplings
Here there are no lanterns nor people
That go watching lights and nice things
Much less to say seeking a pretty woman
In the place where light is scant
I try to recall the past as much as I can
But make the dead to come alive I can't
At the bus stop I watch rain beat the ground
Waiting for the last bus to haul me uphill
Where I will stay till I hear the taps sound
That tears open the twilight air so still
Then after eating a meager meal
I glide on my bike to the downtown library
At the freebies table I hope to find a good deal
Of classics, literature, history or philosophy
As fate has it I have peach flowers to enjoy so what do I worry about?
Am I afraid of many a beauty who come to crack my head in and out?
But my heart is tied to the remote mountains of Heavenly Grandma
Yet I'm not blessed by the Avalokitesvara
In my dream I thus fly to where the mountains lie
Under the bright moon a vast lake rises to the sky
The sweet speech mingles with the sound of strings and flutes
Oblivious to life and death is an intoxicated I
Magnolias bloom in the military Academy,
Green leaves make pink blossoms look fresh
Majestic looking are its many a branch
Complementing colors enhance their beauty
Where is the headquarter pacifying the sea?
I see verdant grass and spring flowers fine
I pray for a world free of war
And shared peace and sunshine
In spring, everywhere one sees spring chives
Green dress with white blossoms, graceful in shape
Swaying with the wind without arrogance
They bend by the roadside, seldom showing off
Plucking the fragrant leaves I think of old home
Making fillings for dumplings soothes my homesickness
A gift from heaven, this perennial grass
Let not its beauty fall into the dirty ditch
My bike was heavy when I passed a sea of flowers
But I had no mood to appreciate nature's showers
Though it was weekend and a fine spring day
I was burdened with tons of chores on my way
Everyday I ran between three points fruitless
And dutifully beat the temple bell brainless
All my time is gone with the wind as I grow old
The moon and flowers in water are icy cold
One the New Photo of a Lady Friend
on Facebook 20170420
Like a red flower in green leaves, you are such a beauty
In the spring breeze a free and leisured life you enjoy
Your poetic charm flows at the tip of your brush,
Your literary sentiment to the heavens does rush
On the screen I see the southern land thousands of miles away
We occasionally laugh and ponder while discussing poetry
May you often have amazing works done
So that I can read them under the lamp for fun
On the Flowers Protruding through
the Fence 20170430 20190123
My home's red flowers peek out of the fence
The dilapidated courtyard won't keep them thence
Old, poor and unaccomplished is the house’s master
Vain is my meditation about the graceful Chang’E
Alone in a distant land, three meals a day is all I care
Tied to a remote place, I am in a dilemmatic snare
Wait till to ashes and dust my body turns
My soul will roam freely in the four directions
Though far apart, people can communicate via WeChat
Yet though you are close at hand, we can't each other connect
We drink from the same river separating two banks
But no ferry boat can carry us across the misty waves
Carrying a book and a cup of wine closer, I seek your
instruction
But the doors of the unlit temple I knock in vain
In dreams I often see reflections of flowers and the moon
While the starry river is silent and the wild goose cries alone
Behold the beauty afield, whose daughter is she?
Her cheeks rouge, her long hair fair
Colors of nature and rosy clouds in company
Like fine jade hidden by fragrant weeds she is there
My eyes peep at her forever youthful countenance
My heart follows her skirt that scatters fragrance
Oh , maid, If thou knowest my desire to befriend thee
Please hold a wine feast at the fairy terrace for me
On the Photo of an Old Beijing
Friend Strolling with a Caged Bird20170521
How many veterans are left in Beijing?
Not many, but not too few either
Here's Grandpa Jing, one of them
Joyfully carrying his bird cage tither
He knows well life's bitter-sweetness
A phoenix-like rebirth gave him a new lease*
He enjoys the little granddaughter's company
In unrestrained style he writes calligraphy
Inviting friends to his house occasionally
He serves buns of new grain and brews them tea
He's not interested in luxury vehicle
But prefers a scooter when out he does go
Being asked for a poem, I have nothing to offer
Just this piece as a pupil's homework
My talent has faded after so many years
It differs from when we were in the village
I only wish we could grow old together
Life for us could be safe and secure
As the dusk sets, the sun is prettier
Let's sing the Song of Wind together**
*Both Jing and his wife are SARS survivors
** Song of the Wind, by Emperor LIU Bang
语言日忆旧 20170522 去年那日此驿中，淑女比肩笑靥盈。暖暖春风今又是，青花览遍少一瓶。
Recalling the Last Year’s Language
Day 20170522
On that day of yesteryear at this station
A fair lady, nearby, smile brimming on her face
Today blows the warm winds of germination
But of all the blue flowers, one has left without trace
Snow covers the vast cold mountain
Leaves from trees have all fallen
This is the same as human footprints
They come to the world, then return
Not part of our body, fame and fortune
Frost on grass, the good time and pretty scene
A century is but a gap a horse jumps across
What can live longer than the sun and the moon?
On My Self-portrait of Being Old
Helplessly 20170720
My life was a sail floating on the waves
It crossed the ocean when flowing to the sea
Leaving young and returning an old man
The grey hair now befriends a mere dead tree
Beyond the river sky scrapers rise high
The grass are the same as in days gone-by
My old acquaintances have gone yonder
An ancient moon still shines on the river
Here blooms the Scarlett O'Hara Pink under my window
Not planted nor invited, she is not my favored show
Yet I lament that I am inferior to the wild plant
Here, after 20 years, I still roam rootless around
The soil back home is gradually turning thin
At pillow-side, feelings past are but bitter grin
I pity your courage of living under other's roof
I will let you live to autumn and then you remove
Still Water 20170729
When still water gives no ripple as you cast a stone
It's a sign that your fancy ideas should be left alone
All souls of the multitude themselves in shells tuck
Crossing orbits in the universe is a sheer piece of luck
Beauty as beauty is, it is for none other than the lover
It's none of the business for outsiders whatever
Without the magic brush Ma Liang used to give life to all
A painting is nothing but a piece of paper on the wall
Work has more and more complication
This old guy just wants to return to the garden
Same age folks are all enjoying life
I alone overseas am doing 8 to 5
My social security seems already enough
Don’t I leave a lot when exhaling the last puff
Looking back I see a splendid magic country
In one’s life, how many chances can one play
On a Photo of a Friend’s House at
Night 20170812， 2018 revised
Night turning chilly, Lady Luna returned to her palace
Leaving behind some twinkling stars in the sky
Tired, cicadas have put away their harps to sleep
Crickets are heard chanting late sutras nearby
题网友山居照 20170812 2018 改
池边野草绽花黄，碧水锦鳞桥下藏。楼宇庭园秋色好，南安慕煞杜丽娘。
On a Photo of a Friend’s Mountain
House 20170812, 2018 revised
By the pond bloom wild flowers of color golden
Under the bridge goldfish swim in water green
The fenced villa enjoys a nice autumn scene
Eclipsing that of Lady Du's spring garden
On the Photo of a Friend’s Mountain
House 20170819
In the verdant mountains her home gates are closed
Locking a quiet villa in the seclusion of the yard
Wind inspires poem writing amid mists and clouds
Colorful inky brushes demonstrate a soul of art
I learn of her wonderful skills from her paintings online
Her poems the ocean yonder let me see a writer’s heart
What a pity that we did not cross paths in the land of mine
And trimmed candle together while seeking your teachings fine
蒙特雷咏叹调 20170825
背山一座城，面海总临风。四季无冬夏，海水冷冰冰。 居此十八载，望洋常伶仃。烦琐催人老，转瞬白发生。
Monterey 20170825
This city against a hill
Is often brushed by wind from the sea
Whose water is icy cold
There are no winter nor summer to see
For 18 years I have lived here
Oft I stand facing the sea alone
Vexing and trivial matters quicken my years
In a split second white hair has grown
Above America is a crescent moon
Ying and Yang change in a few ksanas
The universe is housed by another one
The Milk Way is part of a group of stars
Heaven replied not to Qu Yuan's questioning
Earth is more than what Xu Xiake put in writing
Foolishly I let my thought run wild under the sky
Because of the nightly breeze that passes by
No mood to dress up in the morning
She prepared palette for the return of spring
Red petals fall and scatter here and there
The bridge in moon light sees flying catkins fair
An umbrella can hardly fend off the falling flower
That carries sorrows of a forever roamer
The painting conveys thoughts traveling far
The poem expresses ideas brilliant as the star
月华初升 20170906
月华初升如金盘，伶仃一轮挂天边。升到中天金变银，流光溢彩寰宇间。
玉兔皎洁嫦娥美，英姿压倒众星惭。不问地球兴衰事，自管盈亏年复年。
As the Moon Ascends20170906
As the moon ascends it resembles a
golden disk
Alone by itself it hangs in the edge
of the sky
As it reaches the zenith the gold
turns into silver
Over the universe streaming its
brilliant light
The jade rabbit is cleanly bright
and the Moon Lady pretty
