春日

文/Ken

春 好写

花红柳绿

千姿百态

随手

洋洋洒洒一大篇

众人也这么觉得

也这么去做

又难了

漫天的气泡

晃来晃去

也不知道

谁吹了哪个泡泡

阳光照着

泛起诱人的色彩

蓝色 红色 金色... 

偶尔有气泡认为

那是它的光艳

好兴奋

感觉就是颗星

扶摇直上

风变大了

云变黑了

泡泡失去了平衡

也没了光泽

一一破灭

里面竟是空的! 

哗然... 

不过 没问题

回到地上

从头再来

继续 吹...

Springtime

By Ken Fan

Spring, is so easy to write about.

Colorful blossom,

Variety of attractions.

Casually and effortlessly, 

There would be nice verses aplenty.

Everyone thinks so, too,

And is so doing,

Then becomes hard...

All those bubbles in the sky,

Floating leisurely, 

No way of knowing what they belong to. 

Under the sun,

They're reflecting charming hues,

Blue, red, and golden,...

Some bubble even thinks that's her color, 

So excited,

And feels like a star even. 

On the rise,

The wind strengthens, 

While clouds darken. 

The bubbles begin to lose balance,

And colors diminish. 

Bursting, one by one,

And all are empty inside!

Wow.

Yet no sweat,

Back to the ground,

Start all over again, 

Keep bubbling away ...