Snowflakes Blooming (One of the Spring Day Poems)
Ⅰ After the miss, create a winter
After the miss, create a winter
Waking up an hour apart, longing for cooler temperatures
Close the curtains facing east so that the north wind can fly in your dreams
I stubbornly put together the interrupted dreams
so that time may be confused: in spring, for a moment
The whole southern sky, your snowflakes are blooming
I touch the desk lamp, wear fleece underwear, thick socks, winter shoes
In the bathroom, the locked alarm clock just rang
Pack the food and water for the long journey, warm up with the cotton-padded jacket
The streets in the early morning are brighter than usual, red lights are like flames
At the corner, a tree of pear blossoms is pure white, in the rustling wind
Just like your clothes are fluttering, holding my winter hostage
Ⅱ Turning around, I thought it was the first snowfall
Turning around, I thought it was the first snowfall
It will be your sleepiness after the vicissitudes of life, curled up on my right side
like a jasmine shadow, shining
Your morning dew adorns the brows, your ten nails
I once sat in the sound of your piano, Yun Juan Yun Shu
In your blue sky, there are my imaginary constellations
Once you look back, I'm addicted to the candlelight
Pretending to organize the drawers, caressing the cover of the beautiful diary
I also drew you as a wide-brimmed sun hat
Regular hexagon, 120-degree uniform expansion, petals connected
With a nod, I will arouse the nine feet of water
Dust off the dust, entangle your three lives and three lives
Ⅲ Misty mist, your waterfall connects to the clouds in the sky
Misty mist, your waterfall connects to the clouds in the sky
Away from the waves, when I go around the mountains and the water
When approaching, Xiaofeng lifts your hair
In the wafting and accidental rosy glow, Meconopsis lingering
The wind is rumbling, and the snowflakes flutter and dance from tree to tree
The flock of sheep slowly floats down your mountain pass, covering the depths of the sea of snow
Far above the altitude of 4,000 meters, getting closer to you
My heart beats faster like an encounter
Your white butterfly circles the tree three times, floating on the branches of the cuckoo
I just took a deep breath and climbed up the stairs from Xiapingzi
The pinna hits your tree hanging, cool
As if the autumn moon shines on the deep pool, sparkling
ⅣThe wind and snow howled, I was distracted several times
The wind and snow are whistling, I have been distracted several times
Stepping into Anzhi Tinglan, I am cautious, under the ice floe
The spring water is gurgling, talking about the warm winter with the flying pigeons
Wipe off the snow on the stone ridge, I want to forget the local accent mixed in your accent
Leaning on the umbrella pavilion, looking at the road with high mountains and long rivers
Your shattered snow swirls, agitated neckline hits full bosom
You cedars are covered with your ice flowers, crowded
I feel blessed in middle age, crossing sideways
Your snowflakes are in full bloom, one after another, in a trance
I saw between Tasong and Yancypress, mountains and mist like strands
The blue sky suddenly appears, and the flowing clouds imitate your handwriting
Fubo starts the pen, returns to the front short, an understatement of early spring
Ji Xinglin
February 25, 2019