归途
春水东去，
青山，仍朝南静望。
野鹤远去，闲云作伴，
落花，不问归处，
随水流。
我仰头望，
看那劳雁，
天南地北，人字翱翔。
寒来暑往，
它们跋涉而行——
究竟，
是为了谁？
你远离母亲的怀抱，
在世界那头，
徘徊桃花时节里，
指点秋风，轻思冬夜。
漫步在
白鹭点水、风逐纸鸢的温柔日子，
轻轻唤起我的名字。
人生几番寒暑，
几经南北？
春日之志，不计东西，
只留流年剪影与足迹。
铭记那条回乡的路——
是夏日的康庄，
亦是秋冬的归宿
c.h.e.f andy
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published on 6.7.2025
see my English translation 👇🏻
归途 The Way Home
Spring waters flow eastward,
the green hills still gaze south in silence.
Wild cranes have flown afar,
with idle clouds for company.
Falling blossoms, asking not where they go,
follow the current, drifting away.
I lift my head
and watch the weary geese—
in V-formation, soaring across the skies,
from north to south,
season after season.
They journey on,
but truly,
for whom?
You, far from your mother’s embrace,
on the other side of the world,
lingering in the season of peach blossoms,
pointing at autumn winds, gently musing winter nights.
You walk through
days of soft sunlight, where egrets skim the water
and the wind chases paper kites,
gently calling my name.
How many winters and summers
does a life contain?
How many times do we cross
between north and south?
The ambitions of spring care not for east or west,
just leaving behind the shadows of time and traces of our steps.
Yet we remember the road that leads us home—
broad as a summer path,
and also,
a haven through autumn and winter.
c.h.e.f 