<>the lonesome autumn festival </P>
<>LaiWen Chen</P>
<>only a section of pure land,<BR>blowed by wind,<BR>without any words.</P>
<>there were many weeds,<BR>many wrinkles created by wind,<BR>but no burden that one should bear<BR>on this pure land.</P>
<>it was natural,<BR>but full of misery,<BR>just like one catching a cold.</P>
<>none would pay a visit there,<BR>where was surrounded by the totally bleak----<BR>nothing but pure.</P>
<>寂寞清秋节 </P>
<>程来文</P>
<>只有一块净土, <BR>被风吹着, <BR>没有任何言语。 </P>
<>净土上有许多荒草, <BR>还有许多被风吹皱了的痕迹, <BR>就是没有人的——心思。 </P>
<P>很自然, <BR>却又十分伤心, <BR>似乎染上了风寒。 </P>
<P>没有人去看望, <BR>被空旷包围—— <BR>平淡而已。 </P>