Chapter 3 Autumn Scroll

full of fish morning glow reddened the sky The fishing boat returned with a full load. big tail sardines It's full. on the beach Lively like a temple fair But in the sea Tens of thousands sardines funeral It's about to be held. Tomb of the Goldfish Dark, deserted, earthy, What is the goldfish looking at? Looking at the flowers of water plants in the summer pond, Flickering light and shadow. Quietly, quietly, in the soil, What are goldfish listening to? Listening to the light passing by the fallen leaves, The footsteps of the night rain. cold, cold, in the earth, What is the goldfish thinking?

Thinking of meeting him while working as a fishmonger, Long, long ago, buddy. water and wind and dolls between heaven and earth Rolling rolls Who is that circling around? That's water. around the world Rolling rolls Who is that circling around? That's the wind. around the persimmon tree Rolling rolls Who is that circling around? That is the doll who wants to eat persimmons. autumn street lamp on, one cup Weaving lights and shadows, Weave the town into Beautiful striped pattern. In the light of the stripes, people in summer clothes In groups of three or four. in the streaked shadows,

quietly in autumn hide there. Swallow's Notepad On the quiet shore of the morning, I found a small notepad. Red satin, bronzing lettering, A new notebook with not a single word in it. Who fell? Ask the waves, it only says rushing, Searched all around, Not a single footprint in the sand. it must be dawn swallow flying back south planning to write a travel journal I bought it specially but landed here and flew away. Osmanthus fragrans sweet-scented osmanthus, Full courtyard. outside the gate, the wind blows, To come in or not to come in, Feng'er discussed in a low voice.

Little morning glory Remember that is a Autumn days. Passing through the village in a horse-drawn carriage, A thatched cottage surrounded by a bamboo fence. open under the bamboo fence Sky blue petunias. ------Like eyes looking at the sky. Remember that is a What a sunny day. manjushahua temple fair in the village In the summer, broad daylight Also set off fireworks. autumn temple fair in neighboring villages, continuous parasol the end of the road, rest in peace the people of the underground, also lit Incense sparks. red red Manzhushahua. Neighbor's Almond Tree

I see all the flowers blooming, There are also rainy days and moonlit nights. When the flowers wither, they float across the courtyard wall It also floated into my bathtub. When the leaves bear small fruits Everyone forgot about it. When the fruit is ripe red I have been waiting for a long time. That's all I get is two apricots. mikoshi Red Lantern not yet lit, autumn temple fair evening. i'm tired run home dad Greeting guests, Mother busy with housework. Suddenly I feel lonely in the evening, i heard in the back street like a storm, The sound of the mikoshi passing by.

Pear core Pear pits are something to throw away, so A child who eats even a nucleus is a cheapskate. Pear pits are something to throw away, but A child who throws nuclei everywhere is a bad child. Pear pits are something to throw away, so The child who throws the core into the trash can is a good child. pear pits thrown away, Ants will babble and drag home. "Thank you, cute bad boy!" Pear pits thrown into the trash can, The old garbage man came to take it away, Without saying a word, he moved back with a bang. outside the car window red on the hill what is it It is of the sumac tree, the leaves are red,

There is a little scary, black and red. red in the village what is it That's a ripe persimmon. It looks so greedy, yellow and red. red in the sky what is it It's the lights of the train, Lonely red, eerie red. happiness Happiness wears pink clothes, A person was crying softly. "In the middle of the night I knock on doors and windows, But no one knows my loneliness, Only see in the dim light, Emaciated mothers, sick children. Sadly I came to the next corner, Knock on the gate there again, But all over the city, No one wanted to let me in either. " In the backstreet where the moon is setting

Happiness was crying alone. dusk The red window on the dark hillside, What's in the window? There is an empty cradle, and tearful mother. The golden moon in the bright sky, What's on the moon? There is a cradle made of gold, The baby fell asleep in it. moonlight (one) moonlight from the roof, Peep the bright street. people who know nothing, As happy as the day, Walk down the bright street. Moonlight watched them, sigh softly, then Many, many shadows that no one wanted, Throw it on the tile. unaware people, walking down the street, Like fish swimming in a river of light.

Step by step, deep and shallow, Stretch and shrink, casually, Walking in the shadow of street lamps. (two) Moonlight found A dark and deserted back street. It flew in hastily, Taking advantage of the orphans there, eyes widened in surprise, fly into his eyes. Don't let him have the slightest pain, So, the broken house there, It looks like a palace made of silver. The orphan slowly fell asleep, The moonlight still stands there quietly, until dawn. According to the worn-out cart, the worn-out umbrella, Not even a blade of grass, All gave them shadows alike. hazelnuts hazelnut hill

pick up hazelnuts, in a hat, in an apron, go down What if the hat gets in the way? What to do if you are afraid of slipping and falling? Throw away the hazelnuts, The hat is worn on the head. come to the foot of the mountain wildflowers are blooming, pick flowers What if the apron gets in the way? no way Had to throw away all the hazelnuts. crickets climbing mountains Crickets, climbing mountains, Climb the mountain from early morning. Ah Ya, Hang Chi, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey. The sun is rising on the mountain, and the morning glow is not yet dry in the fields, As soon as I jumped up and down, I was full of energy.

Ah Ya, Hang Chi, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey. That mountain, on top, is the autumn sky, It's so cool I can touch my beard. Ah Ya, Hang Chi, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey. Dance, dance, dance hard, saw last night, Even places as far away as that star can be reached. Ah Ya, Hang Chi, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey. The sun is so far away, it's so cold, That mountain, that mountain, is still so far away. Ah Ya, Hang Chi, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey. I seem to have seen this flower before, white eustoma, Isn't this the hotel where I stayed last night?Oh My God. Ah Ya, Hang Chi, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey. The moon is shining on the mountains, and the night dew is thick in the fields, I'd better drink the dew and go to sleep. Ah Ya, Hang Chi, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey.