It is such a pity that a hibiscus puts forth its blossom
for only one day. I used to sigh in my heart
every time I passed the courtyard.
Yet since this summer solstice, the hibiscus
has been in flowers: One on the top today,
two amid the tree tomorrow; and another puts forth,
the day after tomorrow, beside the one withered on top.
They follow the rule to blossom in the morning
and fade away at night, as if a sequence is agreed in secret,
and flowers have entrusted their orphans to the great earth
before setting their souls to rest.
Beautiful and fragile things are given farewells
with something ever more beautiful.
About the author:
Piao Ping is a poet from Hubei province. She started writing
from 2006 and her works appear in a number of Chinese