Autumn Roses Poem by Bing Hua

Treading the autumn leaves you walk toward me
With a charming smile
You kindle the autumn
Burn the world
And make water boiling

You wave your hand
To turn the decadent into fairy tales
And let legends set sail
The colorful autumn is not a dream.

The leaves, no longer green
But carry with them the hardships and vicissitudes
In the chilly fall, spring warmth
Can only be sensed on your breasts
Two little deer are running in the street

No need to envy the birds for flying high
No need to dream about being a millionaire
In such a late fall
I only want to drink the strong and savoury wine
With you

Maple leaves bear witness- the purest tears trill through
The tales
In which both you and she are leading characters
In the place ahead, a tree of roses
Are blooming to the Sun against the wind



BY Rose Lu(Bing hua) Tr. East Sea Fairy