The years that the night is judged by the sun

The years that the night is judged by the sun

Whistle blowing became unpredictable weather

Owls, weasels in dark holes

Even ants

In the age of brightness

don’t know where to go, alley

With countless lyrical faces

The leaves of the trees smile with delight

and you’re hiding from the dawn

In the darkness of the night

On the street, Once you meet the people

Invisible body

Hide your evil and stand still

Shiver or deliver the fear

• Flowers and flowers, mutual suspicion

At that time, I did not understand

My home is planted with the flower of sin

Arguing in this convicted garden

Flowers and flowers, mutual suspicion

Why and where

I just find out

Alone, with my back to the sun, thinking

Eventually, the rhizome is broken and out of the land

And the birds fly back from afar

Staring blankly at the sky

Difficult to find the nest at dusk

Time drinks down sorrow

Often looking for a man called Zen

Trying to put puzzles on the side of the road

Waiting for the birds to pass through

Feeling the wind in this direction

In the ahead Inn, with the gap on the white wall

Time  drinks down sorrow

The shabby house is old for a long time

No a drop of wine can be added to the drinker any more

The cracking windows seem to guide

you into yesterday

And into the mottled wheat field

（Tr. By Amy）

Cheng Yong, born in Shanghai. Writing poetry and cultural relic appraisal. 21 literary and cultural relic appraisal works have been published. Selected International Poems of the Chinese and Foreign Writers Association (Editor in Chief), novels “Delingha Prisoner” and “The Beauty of the Official Kiln”. The long poem “A Thousand Line Elegy” was published in the United States, among others.