Hearing Crickets by Bai Juyi
Hearing the crickets, chirp chirp, the night wears long long.
And, the cloudy autumn sky shows approaching rain.
Moreover, fearing this sad one will have a moment of sleep,
The sound sound closes in toward the reclining bedside.
Xindian West Side
No. 1
Lapping the bank, ripple ripple, water waves smooth.
Crossing the stream, space space, stone bridge spans.
Auto bus, honking horn, slowly traverses over.
Little boat, without sails, floats along free and easy.
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Poetry by the two grandparents I take after the most, translated from Chinese by my mom
Content breakdown by year
2020-2023 translations of my maternal grandfather's autobiographical annals
2017-2019 translations of poetry for young people followed by my maternal grandfather's autobiographical annals
2015-2017 translations of Chinese poems from a book for young people gifted from my maternal grandfather followed by his poetry
2012-2014 poems written in Chinese by my paternal grandmother and maternal grandfather translated by my mother
2008-2011 travel and residence in Richland, WA
2006 reviews of NYC restaurants dined at with Olivia
About the Title
- Irene
- Seattle, WA
- My Certain Future refers to the verse "But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body." So, while my future from now until then is very _un_certain, I will blog. instagram.com/ireneyung
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