To Make a Wish on the Mid-Autumn Moon
(English Sonnet)

Cascading leaves, in red and brown and gold,
All shine on visions like a fiery fiend.
The time has come when life in fields grows old;
Yet memory still clings to springs all greened

When I would walk alone after supper
And watch tulips bloom in colorful hue.
My mind would not one moment’s loss suffer
And keep too many nice topics anew.

But life loses as much as it gains more,
Now me my muse’ happy songs do enthrall.
They send the poet’s soul softly ashore,
So I won’t winterize the weeds this fall.

But for her beautiful voice now I swoon
To make a wish on the mid-autumn moon!

试译一段
叠层飘叶赤褐黄，
眩目闪光似火狂。
田野万物伴时老，
回忆永春记绿装。