Roses Outside The Window Poem by Yan Feng

It opened again, in May
The fragrance of flowers wafted in with the shaking wind
The things we see and hear come into season Once again

It's not just the color of the flower that dominates the sense of smell and vision
And the heat wave inside of my heart，upturned
And standing on the rushing Miluo River
A man in a long gown who cares about his country and his people
face to death。Stand on the teeth of the storm

Taste buds on the aroma of zongzi, avoid the bite of fish and shrimp
Follow。From the vision to the lungs
Into heart, immerse lungs, reach the body of the cells

Obsessiveness. With the cultural heritage of blood
In the leaves open and closed between leaving a missing
Extension of justice, With an edge that pierces the soul

The smell of flowers coming through the window. Step by step to the window edge
Close my eyes, smell and taste that period of history together
The wind said wormwood with thick reed leaves
The wind blows and blows, Said wormwood with thick reed leaves
Cooking human history of the world

Feng Yan