For what should I thank you?
The last week of the year,
snow brings this dreamy white Christmas.
Trees in my front and back yard
bloom with white flowers, how pretty!
I open the door, yet hesitate to step outside,
feeling the chill, I return inside.
By the closed window,
with a book and a cup of tea，
I watch and admire this white world.
Days fly by. Soon I
need to remove this page,
and hang up a new year.
I recall all those days gathered in my heart,
from the very beginning
letting go of all celebrity
to walking in the winds,
from the mirage to storms on the journey…
What adventures have 2017 brought!
On the night ladder, yet I still plant roses,
search for stars, and fly with dandelions’ dreams.
Some tours are doomed to return,
Some doors are destined to open then to close.
Like snow, chances fall, but melt too.
And for those who are enchanted
by this white Christmas,
how happy and grateful they must be!
Maybe this poem is just another
snowflake floating by your window,
but maybe life will fill
with such sparkling moments.
(I also wrote it in Chinese)