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	I. Books published in recent years:
		书名: 英译唐宋八大家散文精选翻译: 徐英才 Title: Eight Prose Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties Translator: Xu Yingcai ISBN 9787544623476 Translation of classical Chinese Poetry between 7^th Century to 13^th Century

		书名: 英译中国当代美文选翻译: 徐英才 Title: Selected Words of Contemporary Prose Translator: Xu Yingcai ISBN 9787544628112 Translation of contemporary Chinese prose

		书名: 英译中国经典散文选翻译: 徐英才 Title: Selected Works of Chinese Prose Classics Translator: Xu Yingcai ISBN 9787544623476 Translation of modern Chinese prose

		书名: 中国文化系列读物丛书三翻译：徐英才 Title: Readings of Chinese Culture Series Essay III Translator: Xu Yingcai ISBN 9787546651585 Translation published by Shanghai Foreign Language Education Press as one of a series.

		书名: 英译中国经典古诗词100首翻译: 徐英才 Title: 100 Classic Chinese Poems Translator: Xu Yingcai ISBN 9781702440547 Translation of Chinese poetry classics written from 220 AD through the last emperor’s dynasty Qing

		书名: 冰花诗选翻译: 徐英才 Title: Selected Poems by Bing Hua Translator: Xu Yingcai ISBN 9781688077799 Translation of poems written by Bing Hua a well know Chinese poet

		书名: 颜真卿正楷大字帖作者: 徐英才 Title: Yan Zhenqing Duo Bao Ta Regular Script Copybook Authors: Xu Yingcai & Xu Yingsheng ISBN 9781719551311 A Chinese calligraphy copy book

		书名: 世界抗疫诗精选主编：徐英才、冰花 Title: World Pandemic Poetry Edited by Xu Yingcai & Bing Hua ISBN 9781087890937 Collection of pandemic poems

		Title: The Art of Translation Editor-in-Chief: Xu Yingcai ISSN 2690-2699 A translation journal

		书名: 《诗殿堂》汉英双语季刊总编：徐英才 Title: Poetry Hall――A Chinese and English Bilingual Poetry Journal Editor-in-Chief: Xu yingcai ISSN 2643-5225 A Chinese and English bilingual poetry journal

		书名:《换言之――威斯康星州是诗人汉英双语诗》译者: 徐英才、薛凯 Title: In Other Words----Poems by Wisconsin Poets in English and Chinese Translators: Yingcai Xu & Kai Mills ISBN 9798569482009 Translation of poems written by Wisconsin Poets Laureate

		书名: 来自大自然的灵感作者: 徐英才书号: 9798709495302 Title: Inspiration from Nature----Poems by Yingcai Xu in English and Chinese Author: Yingcai Xu ISBN 9798709495302 Collection of poems written by Yingcai Xu

		书名: 诗意江南作者: 徐英才书号: 9781087944524 Title: Poetic South Chinese Author: Yingcai Xu ISBN 9781087944524 Collection of poems written by Yingcai Xu

		书名: 世界华人经典诗选主编: 徐英才书号: 9781087871868 Title: Best Modern and Contemporary Chinese Poetry Chinese Editor: Yingcai Xu ISBN 9781087871868 Collection of best poems written by Contemporary Chinese poets

		书名: 海外华人诗歌精选主编: 徐英才书号: 9781087903491 Title: Best Overseas Chinese Poetry Editor: Yingcai Xu ISBN 9781087903491 Collection of best poems written by Contemporary Overseas Chinese

		书名：中国三行诗理论与技巧作者：徐英才书号：979-8-8689-1888-9 Title: Chinese Three-Line Poetry Theory & Practice Editor: Yingcai Xu ISBN: 979-8-8689-1888-9

		书名：诗的艺术作者：徐英才书号：978-1-965890-99-8 Title: The Art of Poetry Editor: Yingcai Xu ISBN: 978-1-965890-99-8

		书名：金爵集：徐英才三行诗300首作者：徐英才书号：978-1-965890-15-8 Title: Gold Goblet Collection: 300 Three-Line Poems by Xu Yingcai Editor: Yingcai Xu ISBN: 978-1-965890-15-8


II. Some of the poems published recently：
1. 梦织的网躺床上用梦编织五彩的网撒开它这边网住星空那边网住海浪绳结处拴着晨昏的哲思网格间流转月光的情丝收起网我让鸟儿銜着斑斓飞去各家在窗口撒下四季的种子			1. The Dream-Woven Net Lying in bed, I weave a colorful net with dreams. Casting it wide— this side nets the starry skies, that side gathers the ocean waves. At each knot are tethered musings of dawn and dusk; through the mesh drift moonlit threads of longing. Drawing the net back, I let a bird carry its brilliance in its beak and fly to every home— to each window scatter the seeds of all the turning seasons.

2. 心穹我离开哲学家的圆桌镀金的领奖台与那顶泛光的皇冠掬起这躁动的大海将它摁入多风的天空下轻轻放进心角而后化作鲲鹏驮着山林一边撕开云雾遨游一边听大海哼那古老的歌一边看日月的纺车，将光梭织成无尽的星汉			2. The Firmament of the Heart I leave The philosophers’ round table, The gilded podium, And that radiant crown. I scoop up this restless sea, Press it beneath the windswept sky, And gently tuck it into a corner of my heart. Then I transform into the mighty Kunpeng, Bearing mountains and forests on my back. Tearing through clouds, I roam, While listening to the sea hum its ancient song, And watching the sun and moon’s spinning wheel Weave light into the endless Milky Way.

3. 量子纠缠见人应说“哈罗” 却隧穿出迟疑的“你好” 前面，密西根秋风正追着波形冬雪后面，却叠加着浦江春风驱赶粒形夏霾伸手去抽屉拿《沉思录》却摸到一本《道德经》西式门楣上，一片秋叶经过两种风的侵染在被观察前就已同时跌落密西根湖岸　晚霞中我的侨居浦江旁晨昏中　我童年的街口			3. Quantum Entanglement You should say “Hello” when meeting someone, yet a hesitant “Ni Hao” tunnels through. Ahead, Michigan’s autumn wind chases waves of winter snow; behind, superposed, the Huangpu’s spring breeze drives away summer haze. Reaching into the drawer for Meditations, I instead brush against the spine of the Tao Te Ching. On a Western lintel, an autumn leaf— stained by two winds— even before it is observed has already fallen simultaneously on the shore of Lake Michigan, in the twilight of my expatriate days, and at the street corner of my childhood by the Huangpu, in dawn and dusk light.

4. 冰块本性欢快抱着春的曦白，一路流淌与蟋蟀攀聊它唧唧着推销它的二维世界向垂柳示爱它扭着腰，随风轻轻摇荡每一道弯，每一块石我都低眉、侧身而过世故把我冻成一块冰我投身浓郁的咖啡起初，杯中浮起天边的霞黄渐渐沉淀成夜一样深的黑我沉浸其中慢慢融化，慢慢散开用每一个苏醒的细胞去碰撞那温暖、静谧与幽香的纯净新世界体会黑色流淌里的白			4. Ice Cube Joyful by nature, embracing the dawn-white of spring, I flow onward-- chatting with the cricket, it chirps, peddling its two-dimensional world; flirting with the weeping willow, it twists its slender form, drifting in the breeze. Passing every curve, every stone, I bow my head, turn sideways, slip through. Worldliness freezes me into a block of ice, and I plunge into a cup of rich, dark coffee. At first, a sunset-yellow rises in the cup, slowly settling into a darkness deep as night. I immerse myself in it, slowly melting, slowly spreading, awakening every cell to meet that warm, quiet, quiet, fragrant, pristine new world— to feel the white flowing within the black.

5. 搬迁经过多年躁动我搬进深巷尽头像破壁的蝉飞入空门留一个壳在树上替我挨痒深巷尽头空空荡荡什么也没有我觉着自己就是庭院里的蟋蟀唧唧着与大地解除了冷寂的契约石头上的蚂蚁驮着大山摆脱了地心引力我常躺在后院草地上与无限星空里的日月同行深巷尽头空荡荡什么也没有没有影子移动　没有空气流通　　伸出空杯我却能接满焰焰金光深巷尽头空荡荡什么都没有看不到一个字　听不到一句话却应有尽有－－藏在花的褶皱里			5. Relocation After years of restlessness, I moved to the very end of the deep lane. Like a cicada flying into emptiness after breaking through its meditative wall, Leaving its casing on the tree to bear the itching for me. At the lane’s far end— Empty, hollow—nothing at all. I feel I am A cricket in the courtyard, Chirping to break my cold, still pact with the earth. An ant upon a stone, Carrying a mountain on its back, Shaking free of gravity. I often lie on the backyard grass, Journeying with the sun and moon through the infinite stars. At the lane’s far end— Empty, hollow—nothing at all. No shadow shifts, no air flows, Yet when I hold out an empty cup, I catch a blaze of golden light. At the lane’s far end— Empty, hollow—nothing at all. Not a word to be seen, not a voice to be heard, Yet everything is present— Hidden in the pleats of a flower.

6. 刺手心扎了刺母亲替我挑握过来的手布满老茧与皱纹那些茧，岁月的磨难叠起那些纹，年轮的辛劳刻蚀母亲凝神在针尖上屏息悬停了整个世界动作柔软、轻巧扎深了怕弄疼我浅了　怕挑不出我专注在刺点上的眸慢慢盈满泪水模糊中却清晰地看到明窗净几热腾饭菜鼻翼不由地扇动酸楚里却又分明闻到床单的清新衣服的皂香手心的刺被母亲挑走了心头　却扎进了另一根每当夜深人静它就针灸着我的思念把我带到她终于可以停下劳顿、静下心来安息的九霄			6. The Thorn A thorn stuck in my palm, Mother removes it for me. Her hands that grasp mine, Covered in calluses and wrinkles— These calluses, built by years of hardship, These wrinkles, etched by the toil of time. Mother focuses on the needle’s tip, Holding her breath, stilling the world around her. Her touch is soft, gentle— Too deep, she fears she might hurt me, Too shallow, she worries the thorn won’t come out. My gaze fixed on the sting, Slowly, tears well up. Blurred, yet clearly I see A sunlit room, spotless, Steaming meals on the table. My nostrils flare, unbidden. In the ache, I clearly catch The fresh scent of sheets, The soapy fragrance of clean clothes. The thorn in my palm is gone, But another pierces my heart. Late at night, in the quiet, It needles my longing, Guiding me to you— Where at last you may rest, Free from labor, at peace in the heavens, Far beyond the skies.

7. 鹰笼穹切割的云天外万道金光迸射而来在铁杆间炸裂铁条的暗影紧箍他的翎羽铁钩般的爪紧攫枯枝晶莹的瞳孔搅动气流一道金瀑刺穿虹膜之际他绷紧肌肉羽管沸腾突然—— 翅骨冲天，劈出半道弧光旋即—— 啸音猛撞穹顶唳声凝滞铁网跌落的刹那他把眼珠铸成另一颗太阳			7. The Eagle Through the barred dome of his cage He glimpses the sun, bursting through dense clouds Radiating myriad golden rays The cage’s shadows fall across his body bar after bar His talons, steel-curved, grip branches His eyes, twin jewels, searching the sky In the moment a beam of golden light pierces his gaze His muscles tense Instantly, with a mighty beat of his wings With a swoosh, he soars towards the cage’s apex The iron bars hurl him down-- But his gaze still burns toward the light

8. 雨我爱雨爱它摄人心魄的形为临窗绣女在棂纱外，穿引如梭廉纤为池畔哲人在荷塘上，晕开空濛雨烟为陌上游客在柳梢间，垂下蝉翼轻绡为天涯归子在旷野中，竖起天地琴弦我爱雨爱它叩击心扉的声为酣眠婴儿在琉璃檐，轻弹碎玉琤琮为莳花老叟在青石罅，慢捻潺湲滴答为情窦少女在油伞面，私语窸窣密话为相思情人在湖心上，轻叩粼粼碎玉我爱雨爱它亘古通今的境王维的空山新雨洗松针韩愈的天街酥雨润草色苏轼的跳珠乱舷白雨倾陆游的夜阑卧听风吹雨它形声境通透本就是行走的诗篇 ——不，是苍穹遣来的散花天女无论垂落何处便有点点琼华飞溅无论汇聚何方自有涓涓灵泉成渊它形声境通透本就是流动的偈韵 ——不，是乾坤馈赠的润世甘霖无论垂落何处便净涤尘嚣的浊气无论汇聚何方都哺育饥渴的万物它是贯通天地的浩然气脉			8. Rain I love the rain— its captivating forms: for the seamstress at the window, it threads fine lines across the lattice gauze; for the philosopher by the pond, it spreads a misty haze over the lotus waters; for the traveler on the path, it drapes cicada-wing veils among the willow fronds; for the wanderer returning from afar, it strings celestial chords across the wilderness. I love the rain— its heart-stirring sounds: for the sleeping infant, it tinkles like shattered jade upon glazed eaves; for the old gardener tending flowers, it drips softly through the bluestone cracks; for the maiden in love, it whispers intimately on the oil-paper umbrella; for lovers yearning apart, it lightly taps the lake’s shimmering surface like scattered jade. I love the rain its timeless spirit: it washes pine needles in Wang Wei’s empty mountains, moistens the grasses of Han Yu’s heavenly streets, dances as pearly drops upon Su Shi’s rocking boat, whispers through the night in Lu You’s wind-stirred verses. Form, sound, spirit it is a poem in motion. ——No， it is a celestial maiden scattering blossoms from the sky: wherever they fall, jade flowers fly; wherever they gather, springs of clarity pool. Form, sound, spirit— it is a flowing verse of life. ——No, heaven-sent nectar nourishing the world: wherever it falls, the murk of dust is cleansed; wherever it flows, all thirsty beings are fed. It is the vital breath that threads heaven and earth.

9. 竹它们长于同一片土地含烟的山峰、映霞的田园抑或雕栏砌玉的庭院为何在奔赴霄汉的征途上那些树疤痕累累、盘桓虬曲而它却一剑贯天、直剖混沌通体青澄、骨节铮铮头顶，擎破亘古的穹魄脚下，立起新生的族裔它一定深知：通天非一日之途，需以心空方能破执见性，遇阻愈要节节向上笔直非蛮力可及，需借禅韧才得惊雷暗蓄，风过疏竹不留响纵使风刀霜斧加身亦以裂帛之声，回答苍茫那些树，贪饮阳光一有侧芽，便横生枝节每道枝桠，皆成绞杀主干的枷锁而它却，不急不躁每进一步，便刻一道云纹每立一寸，就展一件翠羽待到千山暮雪时它已把根，长成了龙的脊梁大智—— 韬锋芒于温润化长势为韧劲融成功入禅修待到万木摧折时唯它独峙九霄听凤鸣			9. Bamboo They rise from the same earth— mist-veiled peaks, sunset-gilded fields, or courtyards carved in stone and jade. Yet on the ascent toward the heavens, why do other trees grow scarred and contorted, spiraling inward, while bamboo alone pierces the sky, cleaving through the primal void, its body clear and green, each joint ringing true? Above, it braces the ancient dome; below, it lifts a newborn lineage through its roots. It must have long understood: the climb to heaven is never swift; only an emptied heart can pierce illusion meeting obstacles with resolve that climbs, joint by joint. Straightness comes not from force, but from a quiet resilience—— holding thunder in silence, letting the winds pass through without a trace. Even when struck by blades of wind and axes of frost, it answers the vastness with the sound of torn silk. Other trees greedily thirst for sunlight—— each bud rushes to sprawl into tangled branches, every bough a shackle tightening on the trunk. But bamboo, unhurried, each upward ring inscribes a cloud-line, each new height unfurls a feather of green. By the time twilight snow settles on the thousand hills, its roots have lengthened into the backbone of a dragon. Such is great wisdom— concealing edge within gentleness, transforming growth into resilient strength, letting triumph dissolve into meditation. And when ten thousand trees lie shattered, it alone stands in the highest winds, listening for the phoenix.

1. 井一口老井大半身楔在地底孤零零，像被遗忘的青铜量器可它的脉搏，仍在暗处跳动它纵横四方、上下千里上，用石砌的泉眼，接住坠落的星辰下，借陶塑的耳廓，倾听岩浆的轰鸣纵，引无尽地泉，哺育炊烟人家横，以不竭清澈，浸润四野乡民可它的血液，仍在深处静淌它脉连百年，情系四代水影里浮沉着祖父沉若石碾的木桶父亲盛满寒暑的水瓢儿子取水泡茶听歌的新桶还有孙儿蹦跳咿呀的稚语它取之不竭，用之不殆它清澈如初，不染尘垢它幽邃无言，心藏禅机一泓静水，半寸佛心善待万民，普渡众生路人俯身，掬水解渴老者倚井，闲话桑麻诗人绕行，对影成三哲人低眉，说阴道阳白日盛着整片蓝天夜晚装着半条银河它是生命的源也是乡情的根沉默如无舌的先知见证古今的离与别离乡者，怀揣干渴的梦远行归家人，俯身重入它的瞳孔打捞自己——最初的模样			10. The Well An old well, Half-buried in the earth, Lonely, like a forgotten bronze measure, Yet its pulse still beats in the dark. It stretches far and wide, a thousand miles up and down. Above, the stone-carved eyes of the spring catch falling stars; Below, its earthen ears listen to the roar of magma. Downward, it draws endless groundwater to feed hearths and homes; Across the land, its unfailing clarity nourishes fields and villagers alike. Yet its blood still flows quietly in the depths. It links a hundred years, binds four generations. In its mirrored water float: Grandfather’s bucket, heavy as a millstone; Father’s dipper, filled with seasons’ toil; The son’s new pail, fetching water for tea and song; And the grandson’s skipping, babbling laughter. Inexhaustible, never running dry, Clear as ever, untouched by dust; Deep and silent, its heart holds Zen’s secret. A still pool, half an inch of Buddha-mind, Kind to all who come, ferrying every soul. A traveler bends to drink, quenching thirst; An old man leans by the well, chatting of mulberry and hemp; A poet circles it, shadows forming company of three; A philosopher lowers his gaze, speaking of yin and yang. By day it holds the whole blue sky; At night, half the Milky Way. It is the source of life, And the root of longing for home. Silent as a tongueless prophet, Witness to partings old and new. Those who leave carry thirsty dreams far away; Those who return bend once more into its pupil, Fishing out themselves—their original form.

	I. Books published in recent years:
		书名: 英译唐宋八大家散文精选翻译: 徐英才 Title: Eight Prose Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties Translator: Xu Yingcai ISBN 9787544623476 Translation of classical Chinese Poetry between 7^th Century to 13^th Century

		书名: 英译中国当代美文选翻译: 徐英才 Title: Selected Words of Contemporary Prose Translator: Xu Yingcai ISBN 9787544628112 Translation of contemporary Chinese prose

		书名: 英译中国经典散文选翻译: 徐英才 Title: Selected Works of Chinese Prose Classics Translator: Xu Yingcai ISBN 9787544623476 Translation of modern Chinese prose

		书名: 中国文化系列读物丛书三翻译：徐英才 Title: Readings of Chinese Culture Series Essay III Translator: Xu Yingcai ISBN 9787546651585 Translation published by Shanghai Foreign Language Education Press as one of a series.

		书名: 英译中国经典古诗词100首翻译: 徐英才 Title: 100 Classic Chinese Poems Translator: Xu Yingcai ISBN 9781702440547 Translation of Chinese poetry classics written from 220 AD through the last emperor’s dynasty Qing

		书名: 冰花诗选翻译: 徐英才 Title: Selected Poems by Bing Hua Translator: Xu Yingcai ISBN 9781688077799 Translation of poems written by Bing Hua a well know Chinese poet

		书名: 颜真卿正楷大字帖作者: 徐英才 Title: Yan Zhenqing Duo Bao Ta Regular Script Copybook Authors: Xu Yingcai & Xu Yingsheng ISBN 9781719551311 A Chinese calligraphy copy book

		书名: 世界抗疫诗精选主编：徐英才、冰花 Title: World Pandemic Poetry Edited by Xu Yingcai & Bing Hua ISBN 9781087890937 Collection of pandemic poems

		Title: The Art of Translation Editor-in-Chief: Xu Yingcai ISSN 2690-2699 A translation journal

		书名: 《诗殿堂》汉英双语季刊总编：徐英才 Title: Poetry Hall――A Chinese and English Bilingual Poetry Journal Editor-in-Chief: Xu yingcai ISSN 2643-5225 A Chinese and English bilingual poetry journal

		书名:《换言之――威斯康星州是诗人汉英双语诗》译者: 徐英才、薛凯 Title: In Other Words----Poems by Wisconsin Poets in English and Chinese Translators: Yingcai Xu & Kai Mills ISBN 9798569482009 Translation of poems written by Wisconsin Poets Laureate

		书名: 来自大自然的灵感作者: 徐英才书号: 9798709495302 Title: Inspiration from Nature----Poems by Yingcai Xu in English and Chinese Author: Yingcai Xu ISBN 9798709495302 Collection of poems written by Yingcai Xu

		书名: 诗意江南作者: 徐英才书号: 9781087944524 Title: Poetic South Chinese Author: Yingcai Xu ISBN 9781087944524 Collection of poems written by Yingcai Xu

		书名: 世界华人经典诗选主编: 徐英才书号: 9781087871868 Title: Best Modern and Contemporary Chinese Poetry Chinese Editor: Yingcai Xu ISBN 9781087871868 Collection of best poems written by Contemporary Chinese poets

		书名: 海外华人诗歌精选主编: 徐英才书号: 9781087903491 Title: Best Overseas Chinese Poetry Editor: Yingcai Xu ISBN 9781087903491 Collection of best poems written by Contemporary Overseas Chinese

		书名：中国三行诗理论与技巧作者：徐英才书号：979-8-8689-1888-9 Title: Chinese Three-Line Poetry Theory & Practice Editor: Yingcai Xu ISBN: 979-8-8689-1888-9

		书名：诗的艺术作者：徐英才书号：978-1-965890-99-8 Title: The Art of Poetry Editor: Yingcai Xu ISBN: 978-1-965890-99-8

		书名：金爵集：徐英才三行诗300首作者：徐英才书号：978-1-965890-15-8 Title: Gold Goblet Collection: 300 Three-Line Poems by Xu Yingcai Editor: Yingcai Xu ISBN: 978-1-965890-15-8


II. Some of the poems published recently：
1. 梦织的网躺床上用梦编织五彩的网撒开它这边网住星空那边网住海浪绳结处拴着晨昏的哲思网格间流转月光的情丝收起网我让鸟儿銜着斑斓飞去各家在窗口撒下四季的种子			1. The Dream-Woven Net Lying in bed, I weave a colorful net with dreams. Casting it wide— this side nets the starry skies, that side gathers the ocean waves. At each knot are tethered musings of dawn and dusk; through the mesh drift moonlit threads of longing. Drawing the net back, I let a bird carry its brilliance in its beak and fly to every home— to each window scatter the seeds of all the turning seasons.

2. 心穹我离开哲学家的圆桌镀金的领奖台与那顶泛光的皇冠掬起这躁动的大海将它摁入多风的天空下轻轻放进心角而后化作鲲鹏驮着山林一边撕开云雾遨游一边听大海哼那古老的歌一边看日月的纺车，将光梭织成无尽的星汉			2. The Firmament of the Heart I leave The philosophers’ round table, The gilded podium, And that radiant crown. I scoop up this restless sea, Press it beneath the windswept sky, And gently tuck it into a corner of my heart. Then I transform into the mighty Kunpeng, Bearing mountains and forests on my back. Tearing through clouds, I roam, While listening to the sea hum its ancient song, And watching the sun and moon’s spinning wheel Weave light into the endless Milky Way.

3. 量子纠缠见人应说“哈罗” 却隧穿出迟疑的“你好” 前面，密西根秋风正追着波形冬雪后面，却叠加着浦江春风驱赶粒形夏霾伸手去抽屉拿《沉思录》却摸到一本《道德经》西式门楣上，一片秋叶经过两种风的侵染在被观察前就已同时跌落密西根湖岸　晚霞中我的侨居浦江旁晨昏中　我童年的街口			3. Quantum Entanglement You should say “Hello” when meeting someone, yet a hesitant “Ni Hao” tunnels through. Ahead, Michigan’s autumn wind chases waves of winter snow; behind, superposed, the Huangpu’s spring breeze drives away summer haze. Reaching into the drawer for Meditations, I instead brush against the spine of the Tao Te Ching. On a Western lintel, an autumn leaf— stained by two winds— even before it is observed has already fallen simultaneously on the shore of Lake Michigan, in the twilight of my expatriate days, and at the street corner of my childhood by the Huangpu, in dawn and dusk light.

4. 冰块本性欢快抱着春的曦白，一路流淌与蟋蟀攀聊它唧唧着推销它的二维世界向垂柳示爱它扭着腰，随风轻轻摇荡每一道弯，每一块石我都低眉、侧身而过世故把我冻成一块冰我投身浓郁的咖啡起初，杯中浮起天边的霞黄渐渐沉淀成夜一样深的黑我沉浸其中慢慢融化，慢慢散开用每一个苏醒的细胞去碰撞那温暖、静谧与幽香的纯净新世界体会黑色流淌里的白			4. Ice Cube Joyful by nature, embracing the dawn-white of spring, I flow onward-- chatting with the cricket, it chirps, peddling its two-dimensional world; flirting with the weeping willow, it twists its slender form, drifting in the breeze. Passing every curve, every stone, I bow my head, turn sideways, slip through. Worldliness freezes me into a block of ice, and I plunge into a cup of rich, dark coffee. At first, a sunset-yellow rises in the cup, slowly settling into a darkness deep as night. I immerse myself in it, slowly melting, slowly spreading, awakening every cell to meet that warm, quiet, quiet, fragrant, pristine new world— to feel the white flowing within the black.

5. 搬迁经过多年躁动我搬进深巷尽头像破壁的蝉飞入空门留一个壳在树上替我挨痒深巷尽头空空荡荡什么也没有我觉着自己就是庭院里的蟋蟀唧唧着与大地解除了冷寂的契约石头上的蚂蚁驮着大山摆脱了地心引力我常躺在后院草地上与无限星空里的日月同行深巷尽头空荡荡什么也没有没有影子移动　没有空气流通　　伸出空杯我却能接满焰焰金光深巷尽头空荡荡什么都没有看不到一个字　听不到一句话却应有尽有－－藏在花的褶皱里			5. Relocation After years of restlessness, I moved to the very end of the deep lane. Like a cicada flying into emptiness after breaking through its meditative wall, Leaving its casing on the tree to bear the itching for me. At the lane’s far end— Empty, hollow—nothing at all. I feel I am A cricket in the courtyard, Chirping to break my cold, still pact with the earth. An ant upon a stone, Carrying a mountain on its back, Shaking free of gravity. I often lie on the backyard grass, Journeying with the sun and moon through the infinite stars. At the lane’s far end— Empty, hollow—nothing at all. No shadow shifts, no air flows, Yet when I hold out an empty cup, I catch a blaze of golden light. At the lane’s far end— Empty, hollow—nothing at all. Not a word to be seen, not a voice to be heard, Yet everything is present— Hidden in the pleats of a flower.

6. 刺手心扎了刺母亲替我挑握过来的手布满老茧与皱纹那些茧，岁月的磨难叠起那些纹，年轮的辛劳刻蚀母亲凝神在针尖上屏息悬停了整个世界动作柔软、轻巧扎深了怕弄疼我浅了　怕挑不出我专注在刺点上的眸慢慢盈满泪水模糊中却清晰地看到明窗净几热腾饭菜鼻翼不由地扇动酸楚里却又分明闻到床单的清新衣服的皂香手心的刺被母亲挑走了心头　却扎进了另一根每当夜深人静它就针灸着我的思念把我带到她终于可以停下劳顿、静下心来安息的九霄			6. The Thorn A thorn stuck in my palm, Mother removes it for me. Her hands that grasp mine, Covered in calluses and wrinkles— These calluses, built by years of hardship, These wrinkles, etched by the toil of time. Mother focuses on the needle’s tip, Holding her breath, stilling the world around her. Her touch is soft, gentle— Too deep, she fears she might hurt me, Too shallow, she worries the thorn won’t come out. My gaze fixed on the sting, Slowly, tears well up. Blurred, yet clearly I see A sunlit room, spotless, Steaming meals on the table. My nostrils flare, unbidden. In the ache, I clearly catch The fresh scent of sheets, The soapy fragrance of clean clothes. The thorn in my palm is gone, But another pierces my heart. Late at night, in the quiet, It needles my longing, Guiding me to you— Where at last you may rest, Free from labor, at peace in the heavens, Far beyond the skies.

7. 鹰笼穹切割的云天外万道金光迸射而来在铁杆间炸裂铁条的暗影紧箍他的翎羽铁钩般的爪紧攫枯枝晶莹的瞳孔搅动气流一道金瀑刺穿虹膜之际他绷紧肌肉羽管沸腾突然—— 翅骨冲天，劈出半道弧光旋即—— 啸音猛撞穹顶唳声凝滞铁网跌落的刹那他把眼珠铸成另一颗太阳			7. The Eagle Through the barred dome of his cage He glimpses the sun, bursting through dense clouds Radiating myriad golden rays The cage’s shadows fall across his body bar after bar His talons, steel-curved, grip branches His eyes, twin jewels, searching the sky In the moment a beam of golden light pierces his gaze His muscles tense Instantly, with a mighty beat of his wings With a swoosh, he soars towards the cage’s apex The iron bars hurl him down-- But his gaze still burns toward the light

8. 雨我爱雨爱它摄人心魄的形为临窗绣女在棂纱外，穿引如梭廉纤为池畔哲人在荷塘上，晕开空濛雨烟为陌上游客在柳梢间，垂下蝉翼轻绡为天涯归子在旷野中，竖起天地琴弦我爱雨爱它叩击心扉的声为酣眠婴儿在琉璃檐，轻弹碎玉琤琮为莳花老叟在青石罅，慢捻潺湲滴答为情窦少女在油伞面，私语窸窣密话为相思情人在湖心上，轻叩粼粼碎玉我爱雨爱它亘古通今的境王维的空山新雨洗松针韩愈的天街酥雨润草色苏轼的跳珠乱舷白雨倾陆游的夜阑卧听风吹雨它形声境通透本就是行走的诗篇 ——不，是苍穹遣来的散花天女无论垂落何处便有点点琼华飞溅无论汇聚何方自有涓涓灵泉成渊它形声境通透本就是流动的偈韵 ——不，是乾坤馈赠的润世甘霖无论垂落何处便净涤尘嚣的浊气无论汇聚何方都哺育饥渴的万物它是贯通天地的浩然气脉			8. Rain I love the rain— its captivating forms: for the seamstress at the window, it threads fine lines across the lattice gauze; for the philosopher by the pond, it spreads a misty haze over the lotus waters; for the traveler on the path, it drapes cicada-wing veils among the willow fronds; for the wanderer returning from afar, it strings celestial chords across the wilderness. I love the rain— its heart-stirring sounds: for the sleeping infant, it tinkles like shattered jade upon glazed eaves; for the old gardener tending flowers, it drips softly through the bluestone cracks; for the maiden in love, it whispers intimately on the oil-paper umbrella; for lovers yearning apart, it lightly taps the lake’s shimmering surface like scattered jade. I love the rain its timeless spirit: it washes pine needles in Wang Wei’s empty mountains, moistens the grasses of Han Yu’s heavenly streets, dances as pearly drops upon Su Shi’s rocking boat, whispers through the night in Lu You’s wind-stirred verses. Form, sound, spirit it is a poem in motion. ——No， it is a celestial maiden scattering blossoms from the sky: wherever they fall, jade flowers fly; wherever they gather, springs of clarity pool. Form, sound, spirit— it is a flowing verse of life. ——No, heaven-sent nectar nourishing the world: wherever it falls, the murk of dust is cleansed; wherever it flows, all thirsty beings are fed. It is the vital breath that threads heaven and earth.

9. 竹它们长于同一片土地含烟的山峰、映霞的田园抑或雕栏砌玉的庭院为何在奔赴霄汉的征途上那些树疤痕累累、盘桓虬曲而它却一剑贯天、直剖混沌通体青澄、骨节铮铮头顶，擎破亘古的穹魄脚下，立起新生的族裔它一定深知：通天非一日之途，需以心空方能破执见性，遇阻愈要节节向上笔直非蛮力可及，需借禅韧才得惊雷暗蓄，风过疏竹不留响纵使风刀霜斧加身亦以裂帛之声，回答苍茫那些树，贪饮阳光一有侧芽，便横生枝节每道枝桠，皆成绞杀主干的枷锁而它却，不急不躁每进一步，便刻一道云纹每立一寸，就展一件翠羽待到千山暮雪时它已把根，长成了龙的脊梁大智—— 韬锋芒于温润化长势为韧劲融成功入禅修待到万木摧折时唯它独峙九霄听凤鸣			9. Bamboo They rise from the same earth— mist-veiled peaks, sunset-gilded fields, or courtyards carved in stone and jade. Yet on the ascent toward the heavens, why do other trees grow scarred and contorted, spiraling inward, while bamboo alone pierces the sky, cleaving through the primal void, its body clear and green, each joint ringing true? Above, it braces the ancient dome; below, it lifts a newborn lineage through its roots. It must have long understood: the climb to heaven is never swift; only an emptied heart can pierce illusion meeting obstacles with resolve that climbs, joint by joint. Straightness comes not from force, but from a quiet resilience—— holding thunder in silence, letting the winds pass through without a trace. Even when struck by blades of wind and axes of frost, it answers the vastness with the sound of torn silk. Other trees greedily thirst for sunlight—— each bud rushes to sprawl into tangled branches, every bough a shackle tightening on the trunk. But bamboo, unhurried, each upward ring inscribes a cloud-line, each new height unfurls a feather of green. By the time twilight snow settles on the thousand hills, its roots have lengthened into the backbone of a dragon. Such is great wisdom— concealing edge within gentleness, transforming growth into resilient strength, letting triumph dissolve into meditation. And when ten thousand trees lie shattered, it alone stands in the highest winds, listening for the phoenix.

1. 井一口老井大半身楔在地底孤零零，像被遗忘的青铜量器可它的脉搏，仍在暗处跳动它纵横四方、上下千里上，用石砌的泉眼，接住坠落的星辰下，借陶塑的耳廓，倾听岩浆的轰鸣纵，引无尽地泉，哺育炊烟人家横，以不竭清澈，浸润四野乡民可它的血液，仍在深处静淌它脉连百年，情系四代水影里浮沉着祖父沉若石碾的木桶父亲盛满寒暑的水瓢儿子取水泡茶听歌的新桶还有孙儿蹦跳咿呀的稚语它取之不竭，用之不殆它清澈如初，不染尘垢它幽邃无言，心藏禅机一泓静水，半寸佛心善待万民，普渡众生路人俯身，掬水解渴老者倚井，闲话桑麻诗人绕行，对影成三哲人低眉，说阴道阳白日盛着整片蓝天夜晚装着半条银河它是生命的源也是乡情的根沉默如无舌的先知见证古今的离与别离乡者，怀揣干渴的梦远行归家人，俯身重入它的瞳孔打捞自己——最初的模样			10. The Well An old well, Half-buried in the earth, Lonely, like a forgotten bronze measure, Yet its pulse still beats in the dark. It stretches far and wide, a thousand miles up and down. Above, the stone-carved eyes of the spring catch falling stars; Below, its earthen ears listen to the roar of magma. Downward, it draws endless groundwater to feed hearths and homes; Across the land, its unfailing clarity nourishes fields and villagers alike. Yet its blood still flows quietly in the depths. It links a hundred years, binds four generations. In its mirrored water float: Grandfather’s bucket, heavy as a millstone; Father’s dipper, filled with seasons’ toil; The son’s new pail, fetching water for tea and song; And the grandson’s skipping, babbling laughter. Inexhaustible, never running dry, Clear as ever, untouched by dust; Deep and silent, its heart holds Zen’s secret. A still pool, half an inch of Buddha-mind, Kind to all who come, ferrying every soul. A traveler bends to drink, quenching thirst; An old man leans by the well, chatting of mulberry and hemp; A poet circles it, shadows forming company of three; A philosopher lowers his gaze, speaking of yin and yang. By day it holds the whole blue sky; At night, half the Milky Way. It is the source of life, And the root of longing for home. Silent as a tongueless prophet, Witness to partings old and new. Those who leave carry thirsty dreams far away; Those who return bend once more into its pupil, Fishing out themselves—their original form.