Chapter 3 The Swans at Cole

The Swans at Cole The trees put on their beautiful autumn clothes, The forest path is dry, In the twilight of October, the flowing water Reflect the silent sky, Ripples in the stones, Fifty-nine swans swam. Since I first counted them, The nineteenth autumn is gone, Before I could count them all, I saw They all flew up at once. flapping their wings loudly, Soaring in a big and broken circle. I gaze upon these glorious swans, At this moment, there was a burst of grief in my heart. Everything has changed since the first time by the river, It is also the twilight, I hear swans flapping above my head,

So the steps are lighter. Not yet tired, couples, in the cold and friendly water Go forward or spread your wings into the air, Their hearts are still young, Wherever they wander, they Always have the passion, but also to win the love. Now they float on still waters, Mysterious and beautiful, But one day I woke up and they had flown away. Oh in what reeds they will dwell, Which pond, which lakeside, To please people? (Translated by Qiu Xiaolong)