Wen/Kenan
Because I am old,
No matter how salty the salt is, it is not salty.
No matter how sweet the sugar is, it is not sweet.
No matter how deep the water is, it is not deep.
No matter how far the distance is, it is not far.
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So,
I can’t forget the first snow on the date,
the first night I left home when I couldn’t think enough,
I can’t finish the first dream of blooming flowers,
I can’t go back to the street I walked hand in hand for the first time.
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So, there is a window,
always lit by candlelight.
There is a corner,
people are always coming and going,
there is a leaf,
always sandwiched in the middle of a book .
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So, it is not the years that make me old,
but my youth and years,
those that are integrated with life As one body
Day and night, always in high spirits.
(Wang Yuji’s poems 2020.6.23.)