◎ Hovering

译/童天鉴日

◎ Hovering
poetry by Zhou Zhanlin
translation by TTJR

Hovering is a word
Of conversation with clouds
In the sky. It has a cardiac form
It likes rain water which slowly
Depicts the imagery of a crane
And her hometown
Grows up thick just now

Forgetting will knock at the door
In a certain morning
And the seasons will become
To a beautiful turning
At the opening moment, the two roses
Are seeing the delight from logo's depth 
Which is breaking the cocoons
And wants to vent from them


◎ 飞翔
诗/周占林

飞翔是一个词语
它在空中与云彩对话
雨水似心的形状
一点点描绘
成一鹤的画像
她的故乡
正在茂密地成长

遗忘，会在某个敲门的早晨来临
季节成轮回的美丽
在两朵玫瑰开放时刻
凝眸
词语深处的那种畅快
正破茧而出