The Autumn, the changes
A lovebird leaning out of the leaves,
Moon, hides in the barren mountains, sleeping nearby a stream.
The epiphyllum in front of the window, points its finger at the bird, questioning.
The moonlight of previous nights, as mercury, flowing on earth.
The shadow of tree has no response, but shaking the head, in wind.
Leaves are falling, like Autumn rain.
After forty-nine days, become an ocean of leaves, on earth.
The prepared raft, swaying in storm
And lightning in sky flash every five minutes
Finally, a marmot flying back in Spring,
With a green olive-branch.
Potatoes, in the silent season, have got into the moist soil, to sprout.