LU XUN

To live one has to rush around all day;

We brothers now are forced by fate to part.

The most depressing thing of all to bear

Is a lonely lamp on a long and rainy night.

I’m scardely home before I leave again;

New sorrow hits with extra strength at night,

The countless willow trees along the road

Seem to become the symbols of my grief.

Our partings always last a whole year long;

The traveller’s boat is carried far away.

One thing there is I hope you won’t forget:

Success in writing does not come fro Heaven.