Pickled Cabbage Superman Part Five - Pickled Cabbage and Roses
Autumn
Category: Poetry Added on: December 6, 2010 10:07:42 Source: admin Clicks: 88
Autumn is the swirling fallen leaves, a leftover woman's life-and-death romance,
It is the rustling wind,
It is the cooled bamboo mat,
It is the new clothes on the shelves,
It is the start of new grade life for children entering new schools and meeting new classmates, Pickled Cabbage Superman Part Five - Pickled Cabbage and Roses,
It is the season when elders begin searching for sweaters, fearing catching colds and coughing,
In the countryside, in the selected novels of hometown literature,
Autumn is the peanuts spread out on flat rooftops,
It is the sesame seeds placed in the yard,
It is the soybeans dried on the highway,
It is the golden corn,
It is bunch after bunch of drooping rice stalks,
It is stack after stack of towering sorghum poles,
Autumn,
Is the bright yellow pears,
The red apples,
The soft persimmons,
The branch-bending jujubes,
In the hearts of sensitive people,
Autumn is when the autumn wind rises again, making them lament the swift passage of time and its fleeting nature like water,
It is when they once more recall lovers and events from many years ago,
It is the time when some inexplicably feel the urge to recite a couplet or two and express their feelings,
Autumn,
Is that high-hanging sun,
It is the dry Loess Plateau beneath that sun,
It is the cave dwellings on the plateau,
It is the newly hung corn cobs in front of those caves,
It is the sunny days of the nine-ninth festival,
It is the mooncakes of the August fifteenth,
In the hearts of those prone to melancholy,
Autumn,
Is the cool breeze,
Is the drizzling rain,
Is that inexplicable sorrow and longing for separation,
In their verses,
Autumn,
Is the cool wind carrying fine rain,
Is the fine rain tapping on fallen leaves