A Case Of Blue Jade Poem by Haiqing Hua

Poet: Xin Qiji(Acient China)
Tr by: Oliver Hua (Canada)

The east wind is the wind opens flowers on thousand of trees,
It is the wind that blows down the stars, they fall like a rain.
The well bred horses drive the carved carts, they left fragrance on their way home.
The flute lady plays a moving music,
The jade cup fills with spinning light,
It is a night dance of fishes and dragons.

She dressed in golden threads attired with snow moth makeups,
Disappeared after her gentle speech with a forever smile and stealthy perfume.
I have looked thousand times amongst the crowd,
The moment turning back,
She appearedin the dim part of the bright lamps.

青玉案·元夕 辛弃疾
东风夜放花千树，更吹落，星如雨。宝马雕车香满路。凤箫声动，玉壶光转，一夜鱼龙舞。
蛾儿雪柳黄金缕，笑语盈盈暗香去。众里寻他千百度，蓦然回首，那人却在灯火阑珊处。