繁星点点，心绪绵绵，
云里圈圈，梢影潇潇；
余韵熙熙，浮光浅浅，
风吹帘半，雨落檐边。
平心淡喜，能撑几宵，
回首轻瞄，颊映浅涡；
笑语呢喃，旧梦归巢，
雪融旬日，寒意入骨。
恩情菲薄，只为独韶，
零星灯火，余光尚流；
物是人非，余生几何，
今朝不看，更待何时。
Dian Xiwei
A writer rediscovering the dreams she once set aside in the second half of life.
At forty-eight, I decided to begin writing again.
Here, I write about life, time, choices, and the dreams we once thought it was too late to pursue.
