Mid-Autumn Poem by Shaojun Li

In my dream, a call arising from the inside of a mansion of my hometown
Woke me up at a small hotel in a distant foreign land
O, it's mid-autumn again, and getting cooler
The autumn wind carried me back to the slate path in front of the mansion
Walked for a long time, until to the window of this hotel
Deep old memories came back to me little by little
The moonlight, the brook, the tree shadow, the flower soul, and the little girl
Of the neighborhood with little braids and blue flower cotton shirt standing in the wind…

- - -the moon cake made of Osmanthus sugar lotus seed paste
Is my favorite


(transl. by Shelley Kristina Hu)