Firecrackers continued, fireworks rose,
Pleas the sky, or be angry at its vast nothingness.
This is Shangyuan, the former Royal Orchard.
The century-old persimmon forest exposed its impossible black in the frost and cold;
This is the north of Beijing and the people who have settled here.
When the galaxy of childhood passed through their roof again,
Only then did I realize that I would always be a stranger;
This is a native of China, and time does not bring wisdom.
But a more persistent superstition-it's New Year's Eve again,
Atheists put up couplets all night to welcome the god of wealth;
And you, however, dreamed that the newly-built house was peeling off,
Masonry activity, delayed teeth.