Remembering Master Han Fei

By Bai Hua

If a man says he reads a lot, he has read hundreds at most.
The world is so big, but how many places can he go in his lifetime?
However living to age of eighty, a man is actually dead.
"There isn't much discomfort, probably just be one of forms of aging."

Time is my Han Feizi, in Changchun or Beibei?

Nothing to do, I always thought of the north when I was young,
nothing to do, I underwent bodily hardships, because the task lies ahead
In Changchun, harshly, it had experienced my legs with toil
I lay on my sunny bed reading Han Feizi, all day

Animals fear pain and danger but know little about time
the time is as yet coming faster than we thought? Or later?
"Time is like a river of iron..." The metal plate on my femur
is so magic! Returning while leaving--

Back in Beibei, I finally wrote a Han Feizi poem

June 19, 2019/ translated by Chen Zihong

回忆韩非子

柏桦

一个人说博览群书，最多不过读了几百本书。
世界之大，一个人一生只能去到多少地方？
活到八十岁，一个人其实已经是死人了。
“没有太多的不适，这或许正是衰老的形式之一。”

时间就是我的韩非子，长春还是北碚？

没什么事，我总是想起我年轻时的北方，
没什么事，劳其筋骨，天将降大任于斯人也
在长春，我的双腿曾经历了残酷的打磨
我终日躺在阳光灿烂的床上阅读韩非子

动物怕痛和危险，但不懂得时间
而时间，比人想的来得更快？更晚？
“时间就像是铁的长河……”我股骨上的钢板
好魔幻！一边离开一边回返——

回到北碚，我终于写出了一篇韩非子

                                             2019年6月19日