Translation by Elisa English
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<Poetry by Chance> Zhang Lei
A chance encounter at the bridge I recall thee
Vibrant like flowers, yet pliant like a willow.
Silence means no affection. Utter not! To thee
In wind whispers mine love; in water flows mine sorrow.
This poem is about the poet’s reminiscence of a lady met at a bridge. Even though the poet did not utter a word, his affection was conveyed to the lady through the wind and his melancholy through the water.