On the Journey
Not much has been made, yet the Sun's setting
You ask yourself with honesty
Have you made any marks when passing?
Life in Jiangnan may seem to be splendid
But I am in no freedom of being depended.
In leisure, I read epic figures of the Chinese past
To my surprise sometimes
They appeared in my dreams to meet.
I am alone on lunar new year days
Traveled east today
West the next I may.
I failed to play with my sports teammate
And left piles of newly acquired books await.
It has become luxury to read snugly at home fireplace
Looking out of window in the hotel cell
It is snow and rain with hurried hail.