I walked across the south of the Yangtze River
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers
The east wind doesn't come, and the catkins in March don't fly
Your heart is like a small lonely city
Just like the streets of bluestone are silent at night
The spring in March doesn't reveal < Graduated from Law School of National Chung Hsing University, Master of Arts, University of Iowa, USA. Former Director-General of China Youth Writing Association, Lecturer in the Department of Oriental Languages, University of Iowa, USA, currently teaching in the Department of East Asian Languages, Yale University (retired).