冷雨举锋利的刀剑
在冷风的吆喝助阵下
到处横行，猛刺猛砍
草和树已衣衫褴褛
畏缩在一个个角落颤抖
路上人影稀疏
连墙壁和石头
都瘦了一大圈
不住皱眉、呻吟
却见梅花勇敢地
挺立枝头，展现美姿
圣诞树燃起红火取暖
它们齐声鼓励万物：
别怕！忍过冬天
春天就来了！
Winter Days Hsu ChiCheng
The cold rain is raising up sharp swords
Under the drum banging of cold wind
Rampant and running amuck
Grasses and trees are in shreds and tatters
Recoiling and shivering in a corner after another corner
On the road wayfarers are few
Even walls and stones
Have thinned a lot
On the frowning and groaning
While plum blossoms are seen courageously
Standing on branchtops, exhibiting beauty
The Christmas tree is burning with red fire for warmth
They encourage myriads of things in unison:
Don’t be afraid! After winter
It is spring!@
