Listen to Cicadas Chirping

By Ying Deng-Klein

Listening，
beyond window, cicadas chirped slowly away,
pomegranates fruit are reddish,
it predicts that
autumn is coming.

Thinking of this
crossing my brows, a chill
of autumn is darting about

A sigh,
without change of scenery
but my hair has now turned gray,
it makes me feel being
half a century old.

The wording of half century
I once read in a confidante's text.
It says:
Peach flowers blossoms spring again,
but the master of spring changed.
Predicting what Heaven will be like?
Not to freak out but do something.

My years, my years--
My face get withered.
Perhaps the insight, self-possession,
seeing, hearing and feelings will help me,
help me to be half a century old.

Looking,
so it is.
A half century old
has redolence with her soul.

                       translated by Chen Zihong

听蝉鸣

邓瑛

听，
窗外蝉声渐远，
榴果已着红，
一切都预示着，
秋，将要来了。

一念至此
眉间蓦地
划过一丝秋凉

叹，
景依旧，人，
却愈发苍老了容颜，
成就光阴里
一个半旧的女子。

半旧这个词汇，
在好友的文字里见过，
说：
桃花又是一年春，
春天的主人换了。
怎么办呢？
低头做事吧。

年华渐逝，
容颜渐凋，
也许，学识、涵养、
阅历和情怀会帮我撑一程，
撑我做一回半旧的人。

看
原来，
半旧的人，
是有心灵香息的。