Spring Festival

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Spring Festival

Category: Poetry Added Time: January 13, 2011 2:48:25 PM Source: Admin Clicks: 58

No one knows how much dynamite was consumed,

Nor how much gunpowder smoke arose.

In any case, it changed the color of the sky,

Altered the appearance of the sun and moon,

Burst our eardrums,

And brought endless joy to children.

Dumplings, Spring Festival couplets, and the gunpowder smoke all over the ground—

We felt annoyed when we were in the midst of it all,

But truly missed it once we were away.

It is the busy figure of a mother,

The source of a child's excitement,

And even more so, our youthful anticipation.

It is a pearl in an ordinary life,

Signifying a period of time, an era,

And also the measure of our lives.

Ah, Spring Festival!

Ah, fortune-telling— A: Are you a man? B: Your eyesight is really good, very correct. A: Your age is between twenty and fifty. B: Quite accurate. A: You're Chinese, right?

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An endless tale of bitterness, spiciness, sourness, and sweetness,

An inexhaustible narrative of human sorrow and joy,

A never-ending journey through the four seasons,

An unending cycle of changing times and seasonal rotations.

All within your great bosom, everything repeats and circulates.

Your life spans five thousand years up and down,

My life is but a fleeting moment.

Countless births and deaths,

Countless heroic legends,

All rot before you,

Yet you remain forever young.

You are my ancestor,

You are my legacy,

You will never fade,

Our Spring Festival.

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