Dream of Going Back on New Year's Eve
New Year's Eve will come and go.
In a wine glass I launch my homing boat.
The morning sun gives clouds a hint of China Red,
in late winter, above the auspicious snow.
He who went overseas returns home.
The couplets are new, the house is old.
Firecrackers are crackling, fireworks are cold.
I go west, east is where you go.
【七律】除夕梦回
除夜难留岁已穷，兰舟梦发酒杯中。
晚冬瑞雪半生白，朝旭祥云中国红。
海客荣归枯艾在，楹联新贴旧房空。
声声爆竹烟花冷，我去西方君往东。
East Wind
Toward the east, I pour out
the mixture of my warm dream and wine,
search for the spring green,
summon the spring wind.
The yellow buds wake up,
turn golden and purple.
The white snow melts,
find its way into greens and flowers.
Take the flowering soul to my hometown,
breeze it as if I were never gone.
Shake the plants outside the window,
so their moonlight shadows wake her up.
Our two worlds are parallel, never met,
but you can visit both, make them
welcome spring at the same time,
know they can be each other's companion.
The earth is changing color.
With your caress, the wheat fields wave.
You have seen that on your way here
when you passed through the ocean.
【七律】东风
暖梦微醺酹向东，醉寻芳泽唤春风。
幼芽苏醒铸金紫，瑞雪消融孕翠红。
且带花魂吹槛外，再摇月影到窗中。
桑田返绿地天异，沧海翻波麦浪同。
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