On Christmas Eve Wang Yanding

ON CHRISTMAS EVE A borrowed festival Is fiery and joyful in the east Red wine red candles and red lips All are lighting thoroughly tonight The classic story had been gone with the wind Only blood of youth and Religion-like poetics Have grown into bodhi trees covering all the world They show their respect to immortal Santa Claus In a way that east and west combine harmoniously Cave made up of stones has been shining divinely In the Bible for thousands of years But it can’t lighten the ancient Jerusalem With its lasting kind caress There is never any safety on Christmas Eve Hate and revenge circle in the world Thousands-year migration and thousand-year reeking of blood Make silent frits of Gaza scald More distance it is, more authentic it is It is so true that it become beautiful and free In such charming blessings Red wine red candle and red lips Are all rippling in our own religion