The evening settles on a ripe apple,
which also has its secret panic;
the boy playing water drifts away in the river;
Leaves fall before we come to speak about love;
It's too late for a hug as trains depart.
She combs her temples, watching a peach blossom,
as beauty is fadingÖ
About the author:
Zhuang Ling is the author the poetry collection Natural Colour. Her works appear in many major
Chinese literature magazines People's Literature,Poetry Periodical, October, Zhongshan, etc. Zhuang also won a number of prizes for poetry.