Guotai Xiong was born in ShangRao, JiangXi Province in 1962. His work appeared in many journals and newspapers and he has published a book of poetry. He is an associate professor of Wenzhou University.
Qian Shui was born in Guangdong and works in Guangzhou as an English teacher
A strong wind blew
and the golden thread of summer broke off
The cricket at the door behind Caifei
sang more distantly. One sound, one song.
The song, like a pre-Qin minty folktune
traveling through a Han hall, silently reaches the Tang and Sui.
In the Tang Dynasty, if the cricket sang
the blue slate road of Chang’an,
could be extend eight thousand miles in all four directions.
During the Song and Yuan
it was impossible to make the cricket silent.
Only his song made the blood flow.
Yet the cricket was only a common cricket.
Its tune prepared in a previous life
could not penetrate the anger of the Ming’s autumn winds
and the cold silent sky of late Qing
Its songs was only beautiful
to crops under the setting sun
On a quiet night
my heart is a light surrounded by darkness.
If I could cross the sea of nostalgia of Yu Guangzhong,
the chirps would be more sadly pleasant
Call on the moonlight of Li Bai,
the one who drank by himself and walked to Mountain Taimu in a trance.
Call on Tao Yuanming,
the chrysanthemum by the east fence would bloom in silence
Call on the spirit of Qu Yuan,
then low weeping would turn into long howls, reciting.