|字體：小 中 大|
In a cold late autumn night,
an old fellow rests at ease.
Staying up till candle goes out,
he slumbers amid drizzle and breeze.
Cinders are keeping the fire awake,
while incense adding warmth to bed.
Remaining in quilt on this chilly daybreak,
he beholds maple leaves all turned red.
PS Yes, it has been late nineth moon already. Dear fellow seniors, take good care of your heath, too.
|( 創作｜散文 )|