Here........
Leaving here, I will endure unbearable pain
Flowers do not have eternal smiles
I foolishly cling to staying on this land
When my fingertips pierce the dew on the tips of leaves
So cool, so fragrant
I cry out in heart-wrenching agony for that name
---------Yellow River Island
The dew nourishes the youth of every petal
All alone, I quietly hide in its embrace
Desperately recalling every memory that belongs to both of us...
I need this place
There is no pain here, only joy
Losing this joy
I will be unable to breathe
So I put on the simplest pair of shoes
With hope, I walk forward with you...
We’ve walked all the way from mud to beauty, growing accustomed to finding courage in each other’s eyes...
All the way, sharing the wounds and exhaustion, too tired to forget the bumps and hardships along the path....
If you are a distant flute, then I am a serene poem; if I am a kite, then you are the string that holds me; if I am a little fish, then you are the stream — without you, I would lose the courage to live; if I am a seed, then you are the soil — without you, I would lose the nutrients essential for growth...
Yellow River Island, with you all the way, I am no longer alone....
Meeting you was accidental, but not a moment too early or too late — just right. You are like an otherworldly fairy untouched by worldly glamour. Patches of purple-red yellow-flowered mustard are your rosy clouds, golden reeds swaying in the wind, lush green sheepgrass, vibrant wildflowers, and verdant fields are your flowing, colorful skirt. The shimmering waves are your dancing sleeves, while the geese, gulls soaring in the sky and playful wild ducks in the water are your beloved jewels. You are the favored child of Mother Yellow River; you need no makeup, your natural beauty exudes the aura of nobility. You stay away from the noise, enjoying the serene and lofty tranquility beyond the mortal world. Your temperament is as elegant as an orchid, your spirit as proud as a plum blossom. Naturally beautiful and graceful, you radiate a captivating charm. Gentle and refined, tender as water yet also possessing a majestic presence. Your lips are red without rouge, your brows green without paint. You possess the refined elegance of riverside orchids and the enchanting beauty of flowers reflected in water. The fragrance of plants, the chirping of birds, the shimmering lake, fleeting reflections — you are a beauty like jade. Truly, whether in bold or light makeup, you are always perfect. Beneath your pomegranate skirt, I close my eyes, feeling the gentle evening breeze carrying the scent of the sea, intoxicating and soul-stirring.
I dare not step into your embrace. I fear your beauty and allure might intoxicate me, afraid I cannot escape your spell, afraid I might lose control and disturb your serenity. I am enchanted by our chance encounter, lost in your arms, yet you reside in my heart....
Yellow River Island, thank goodness I have you all the way — I am no longer alone....