Saturday, September 14, 2019

Mid-Autumn Festival, A Time to Dream
Cynthia Zhang
2009



          The hilltop lawn where the spaceship stands is speechless, heeding the mourning of the fathomless sea at the foot of the cliff. The equally transparent space and skies around the spaceship say their last goodbye to the couple destined to be apart from the world where everyone else belongs.
          With a light touch on the launch button, the shuttle starts its one-way curve into the universe. 

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Hesch: New York City and China's East Coast
Cynthia Zhang
August 13, 2019



Hesch
纽约和中国东部沿海
          炖上了鸡,烤上了三文鱼,吃过了虾酱豆腐。本想重拾早前的温和心态修改为一个半月前匆匆离世的Hesch写的祭文,却被为利奇马风暴围困在中国东海岸的家人担心不已。终于还是再次拿起电话拨通了国内老家。线上的长聊让我看到了风暴肆虐后的惨景,却也终于为家人的安全放下心来。
          鸡好了,三文鱼很香。让我想起三年前在纽约度过的圣诞。在Barbara家里,Hesch端坐在饭桌旁,乐呵呵地等着圣诞大餐。两张拼在一起的餐桌上铺着餐布。Barbara做的豆豉鱼色香味俱全,远胜我从中国城餐馆买的中式海鲜,让我讶异。面对满桌子的菜,Marcia 评论说可能吃不了。一番推杯换盏,一桌的菜已经被我们四人风卷残云般消灭尽净。席间的交谈天上地下,中国美国,犹太人和中国城的圣诞约会,随意惬意。圣诞对在座的所有人都是客座节日,却因着相聚而温暖人心。许多的家人都远在天涯,我却坚信他们都会为我在一个特殊冬日里的幸福心生感念。
          几天前再访纽约是暴雨消退后的八月初。纽约熙熙攘攘的人群很有特色。一是着黑衣者比比皆是。男士黑色西装,女士黑色裙衫。二是犹太人很多,时常会看到头心顶隔天小黑帽的大胡子。
          当我在地铁、商场人群聚集的地方看到行色匆匆的老人、壮年、青年和孩子时,常常会想起一个记不清来处的比喻:每个人都背着一个生命轮,它的亮度即是我们生命力的强度。我在想每个人的生命轮的亮度也许是他灵魂的光。当Hesch微笑着再三查证我的行程无误,他的生命轮应该是煜煜生辉的吧。
            纽约和中国东海岸,愿风暴过后都是夏末秋初的清丽和祥和。

Hesch
New York City and China’s East Coast
            After putting a chicken in a stew pot and placing some salmon fish on the baking rack, I finished eating my shrimp jam sautéed tofu. I decided a mild mood was appropriate for revising a eulogy for Hesch who passed away a month and half ago. But I could not manage to bring back that cool mindset. Typhoon Lekima had had trapped my family on the east coast in China. When I finally got to have a long talk on the phone with my family who showed me the damage done by Lekima, I felt the burden of worrying for their lives was off my shoulders.
           The chicken stew was ready and the salmon was tasty. They brought back the Christmas eve I had spent in New York City in Barbara’s apartment with Barbara, Hesch, and Marcia three years before. With a grin, Hesch sat at the Christmas dinner table covered by a nice table cloth, waiting. The fish with black bean dace made by Barbara looked nice, smelled good, and was tasty. I could not believe her cooking was so much more impressive than the seafood I bought from some restaurants in Chinatown. Marcia worried the dishes all over the dinner table comprised actually of two tables were too much for the four of us. But the red wine and the warm talk witnessed fast consumption of all food. Oh, the conversation was lovely and all inclusive: China and the U.S., Jewish people and Chinatown’s Christmas eve date…  On a Christmas that was a courtesy holiday for all of us, I was grateful for the happiness I felt. And I firmly believed all our family far away from us were happy for me because of this special winter day.
           When I revisited New York City a few days ago, a summer storm just subsided. Early August saw busy crowds everywhere. It seemed to me there were people in black all over: men in black suits, and women in black dresses and shirts. It also seemed to me there were Jewish people in every corner: bearded men with Jewish kippahs.
          When I saw seniors, middle-aged people, young people, and children in subway stations and stores, I often recalled a statement from a source I could not remember: everyone has a wheel of light on his/her back showing the strength of their lives. Maybe, I thought, that wheel was the reflection of a person’s soul. When Hesch checked thrice on my schedule for my safety, his wheel of light must be like that of a jewel.
            I pray for a crisp and auspicious day when the late summer met with the early fall, in New York City and China’s east coast. 



Sunday, July 14, 2019

Go, See the Ocean!
Cynthia Zhang
2009

The sea has so many different moods: sometimes it sings a dull yet soothing folk song while rolling its light blue eyes, teasing your juvenile imagination. Sometimes, it pets your chest with that deep tolerant sympathy, rocking you with its sandy arms. Sometimes, it chases you with irritated tides, sweeping you off your feet.

Friday, June 14, 2019

Snowy Night
Cynthia Zhang 2018

小镇雪夜
          雪一直不停地下了五天,西部小镇Ellensburg白雪皑皑。散会后我去商店买东西。路灯透过雪伞似的树枝照在路上。所谓的路,不过是两边高些的雪中一条雪稍低的通道。
          脚下喳喳的雪声衬托了夜的静。我几次停步不愿前行。平时不过10分钟的路看起来如此陌生,空无一人。
          走了五分钟,我似乎融进了雪夜和它的静。周围的白色让我与自然和自己的呼吸没有距离。我原本也是自然的一分子。身处自然的造化与美何尝不是我的归处呢?




Prose by ZHU Ziqing

朱自清散文背影 www.ccview.net/htm/xiandai/zzq/zzqsw003.htm

Monday, May 13, 2019

Thoughts in Fall
Cynthia Zhang
2009

Thoughts in Fall
Strangely and extraordinarily dizzy,
Half consciousness relieved me from toil for living.
Alas, how strong is my strength?

Starting with a search for meaning,
The affluent grass under my feet
Caresses me to fight for means of life.

Oh my, is this all my life worth?



Sunday, April 14, 2019

A Clear Day
Cynthia Zhang
2019




朗日清

     从加利福尼亚开车回华盛顿州,一路开来,天朗气清,美不可收。路两旁油油的青山绿坡,牛群安闲。几天前的雨让空气也好闻了。不时也有花墙护卫道路两旁。经过山岗时,森林俊朗。俄勒冈州有一段因地势的关系,积雪仍有一米多高。可谓春夏之握手交接。
     森林大火的阴霾似已散去,呈现在眼前的是生命的律动。宽心也不过如此吧。失去亲友的伤痛我也仍在感受着。情不自已向蓝天白云叨念我的思念。我的心却渐渐向着前方行进了。

Thursday, March 14, 2019



This Stupid Heart

This stupid heart still wants to talk to you on Saturday night.
It still wants to know if you have enough clothes on you
When it rains or snows.

This stupid heart still wants to seek comfort and assurance
From you.

 (Cynthia Zhang 2019)