春去也
花落柳丝绵
缕缕香魂风逝远
登高远瞩盼来年
再舞碟翩翩
The South-Spring Is Gone
By Angela Ren
Tr. Zhao Yanchun
Spring is gone
Petals fall on catkins from sprays
The wind is off, but strains of his balm stays
I climb up and into the next year gaze
When butterflies waltz roundelays
