At the dusk when I went from Xia He to Shui Mei seeking my father,
I took the motor boat carrying woods at Beiliu River
going upstream to Da Shuang forest; hence I set for Tuo Tuo Ridge.
The gasping of the engine was drowned in torrents;
sunset clouds and dark blue water melted into twilight;
maple trees were seen among the mountains.
My shadow turned more and more insignificant,
and I was entirely unconscious of my hunger.
So vast was the forest; it summoned me to brave
into this pursuit for family affection.
I looked up at the mountain top, where lumbering sound echoed.
Leaves flew around a hut. A flock of black birds perched the cliff.
Again I did not see my father in exile there,
neither the faces of the loggers going faint in sunset.
About the author:
Xie Yishan is a member of China Writers' Association and China Poetry Society. His works appeared in major Chinese literature magazines Poetry Periodical, People's Literature, Youth Literature, Poetry Monthly etc.