—— Nuoran Zhang
For a language to be added to my mind,
do I have to erase the other?
Time waves as seas, dialect tastes as salts
weathered are the old days
decorating the wares，walls and sleep
I got lost in a garden
where each rose has its name:
Free spirit / Southern belle / Norwich / Royal Jubilee / Boscobel / Golden Celebration/ The Lark Ascending / Princess Anne / Heathcliff / Scepter’d Isle / William and Catherine / Charlotte / Lady of Megginch / Tranquility / Lichfield Angel / Darcey Bussell/ Princess Alexandra of Kent / Crown Princess Margareta / Christopher / Marlowe / Benjamin Britten / Teasing / Georgia / Belle Epoque / Hot chocolate / Eternity / Blue for you / Silver Shadow / Heart of Gold / Jack’s Wish / Britannia / Burgundy / Ice / Singing in the Rain/ Charisma / Jerusalem / Dawn Chorus / Winchester Cathedral / Minerva / All My Loving / Nostalgia
The rose of my hometown，Yue Ji Hua（月季花）, is not among them,
nor did my accent melted by their scent.
Mother tongue was stabbed by a thorn
a blood dropped into the bed
and waiting to break out in a faraway summer
How long will the London’s winter last?
Where the distance should be?
Queen Mary’s Rose Garden
or Old Summer Palace？
How boring is the tongue, how salty is my brunch
I lost my taste
My mother tongue.
My roots will decay,
my flowers blow away.