感懷
感懷
寫於瘟疫過去，國門重開之際，正值美國的醫師節，二十年後才會面的國內同班現在一起在美國行醫的同學，還有故鄉的父母親人和朋友。且行且珍惜。
運命惟所遇，周遊不可循。
聚散無常態，浮生有逆鱗。
大疫滿三載，親朋難入門。
心從舊夢轉，身變籠中人。
當年凌霄氣，化作香與塵。
歲月如斯逝，蹉跎又一輪。
漠漠天涯路，悠悠故鄉雲。
落英繽紛日，相思欲斷魂。
寫於 2023年3月30日
Reflections
Written as the pandemic came to an end and national borders reopened. It was also Physicians' Day in the United States. After more than twenty years apart, I was reunited with classmates from medical school who now practice medicine across America. My thoughts also turned to my parents, family, and friends back in my hometown. Every reunion is a gift, and every passing day deserves to be cherished.
No hand can choose the road we tread;
Fate writes in ink no heart has read.
We meet, we part, then drift once more;
Time leaves us changed from years before.
Three silent years enclosed the land;
No loved one crossed the waiting strand.
The body stayed where walls confined;
The old world wandered through the mind.
The dreams that once outsoared the sky
Now rest like dust where seasons lie.
The hours flow on, the years depart;
Each passing spring reshapes the heart.
Beyond the hills my homeland stays;
Its clouds still fill my inward gaze.
When blossoms fall through evening air,
Love lingers on—and leads me there.
Fate writes in ink no heart has read.
We meet, we part, then drift once more;
Time leaves us changed from years before.
Three silent years enclosed the land;
No loved one crossed the waiting strand.
The body stayed where walls confined;
The old world wandered through the mind.
The dreams that once outsoared the sky
Now rest like dust where seasons lie.
The hours flow on, the years depart;
Each passing spring reshapes the heart.
Beyond the hills my homeland stays;
Its clouds still fill my inward gaze.
When blossoms fall through evening air,
Love lingers on—and leads me there.