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| Cheng Yong |
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.
Cheng Yong, Three Poems
1，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
2， 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
3，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）
