Mid-Autumn Festival Poem By Bing Hua USA Translator By Xu Yingcai USA
A roaming heart Always fights shy of the Autumn moon
Viewing some photos Making some calls And sending some emails These are the so-called Autumn festival reunion
Under the rain quietly slanting over the street out the window The lawn looks weepy The autumn wind is a reminder to the little grass: You can’t ride the moon to return to your hometown
Moon cakes with five nuts or lotus seed paste or egg yolks Are placed on the table But some taste is missing
The moon is round out there Yet why the heart is filled with pain