山头上小鸟在啼叫

是子规在啼

还是喜鹊在叫

山脚下缠绵的河水有缓有急

什么时候在哭

什么时候在笑

山坡上处处是花草和落叶

是落叶在呵护着花草

还是花草在呵护着落叶

山谷里烟雾在缭绕

哪一缕是香烛的烟

哪一缕是四月的雾

山风飘来淡淡的芳香

哪一阵是刚翻起的泥

哪一阵是刚锄断的草

一条条小路把一座座坟墓

缠绕成大大小小的问号

印记着深深浅浅的脚步……

Qingming /Cheng Jiahui

Birds are singing on the mountain top.

Is it a cuckoo’s wailing

Or a magpie’s tweeting?

The lingering river runs slow here and swift there.

When is it crying

And when is it laughing?

Grass with flowers and fallen leaves covers the hillside.

Are the leaves protecting the grass with flowers

Or the grass with flowers is protecting the leaves?

Wisps of smoke are swirling in the valley

Which is the smoke of incense and candles

And which is the April mist?

Waves of delicate fragrance flow in the mountain breezes

Which is from the upturned soil

And which is from the freshly cut-off grass?

Small paths intertwined with the graves

Make lots of question marks, big or small,

Marked with deep and shallow steps...