|◎沽河 滩 |
|◎On the riverside of Gu River |
What makes me think of that wry-necked willow?
Withered and hoary, the tree is crouching its senile body with
A solitary leaning posture at the door of my native land.
What reminds me of them?
Those cyan-headed ducks moving about on the river,
Those green dragonflies circling slowly nearby for a long time, and
Those hunchbacked old women talking to the river with their foreheads.
The women straighten themselves up slowly so far as to
Prick the firmamental face.
What causes me to stay reticent?
I'm not a kind of person apathetic about everything.
Hence I'd rather regard the old man
As an obsolete rusty nail.
He inserts his being
So calm, reserved, explicit, and fearless as well.