Dug out of the cell phone
Some old words
Are repeatedly clean and scrubbed
HAPPY, AUSPICIOUS and HEALTHY
Like chopped firewood
Are piled in every corner of the old house
Stove fire
Is warming a whole winter
Smoked and roasted
The face of LIFE has become totally deformed
Old hatred piled with new wounds
Resembles a helmet and armor that can't be taken off
An occasional hint of a smile squeezed out
Is unable to patch up
Loopholes in life
Secularity between black and white
Has triggered
Calluses all over the face
3冬雨
落叶为大地把脉
天空挂满吊瓶
一场雨
击退了雾霾的围剿
炉火温暖着一堆往事
风咬住几根枯枝
啃了一夜
Winter Rain
By WEI Yanlie
Fallen leaves feel the pulse of the earth
Suspending dripping bottles hang all over the sky
A rainfall
Has repelled the encirclement and suppression by haze
A stove fire is warming a pile of past events
The wind has been gripping several dead branches in its teeth
Gnawing a whole night
Without backers, without background
Like a miserable man
Standing alone at dusk
Ahead, there are no villages Behind, there are no inns
The whole world is a boundless Gobi
Looking up, it can only see clouds floating by
The miserable days
Are swallowed in one big gulp by dusk
After which they are spat out by dawn
Unequivocally speaking
I came here just for this name
Cold wind has swept all the mundane words
The Han, Sui, Tang and Song Dynasties are fading away
One story after another is
hibernating behind the plaque
Fuit offerings
Together with burning incense
Have swallowed sunset