微微寒氣，送走了                                   

沒有銀星的傍晚

廣場上的聖誕燈飾                                    

還閃著五彩的淡光

西敏寺橋頭，看不見                              

平日川行不息的車輛                              

唯有大笨鍾的巍巍雄姿                          

蕩漾在                                                       

溶溶的江面上……                                   

昨夜，比哪一夜                                      

都更潺緩而漫長                                      

輾轉反側，除夕夜                                  

難入夢鄉                                        

鍾鳴零時，忽見鳯凰騰起                      

聽窗外歡樂的聲浪                                  

沸騰在                                                     

古老都城的心臟……                              

那不是夢                                                  

不是幻想                                                  

那不是鳯凰，是一簇簇                            

繽紛的焰火                                             

在節日的夜空中                                      

怡然飛揚

歌唱吧，小麻雀                                       

起舞吧，依依垂杨

不要留戀，那淫淫冬雨                           

讓快樂的音符，譜寫春天的序曲           

新一年的辭章                                     

不要留住，殘存的黑暗                         

要穿過雲霧，迎接那                     

二零零六年                                             

初升的太陽！                                          

 Hello, 2006                                                 

A freezing breeze, has just gone

with the starless night.

There the Square that’s still in Christmas decors,      

rests under the twinkling lights.

Where’s the traffic all gone, I wonder

that often seen crossing Westminster   Bridge ?

Now there stands only the Big Ben

whose reflection, rippling

in the water that flows by.

Last night, seemed the longest ever

of all the nights that have gone by.

On New Year’s Eve, I

tossing about in bed, no dreams ever arrived.

Suddenly, there comes the stroke of midnight 

And a phoenix’s ascending, and outside

I hear waves of euphoric chanting

drowning this city, of ancient time.

 Oh no. This is no dream

 Nor is it illusion.

And that isn’t a phoenix either. It’s rather

 bunches of flowers, in colour of fire

 blossoming in style, in this festive time

A wonderful night sky.

I say, Little sparrow there, come and sing

And you the graceful poplars, come and dance.

Forget the endless winter rains

Say hello to the new spring

with song notes of elegant rhythm.

Let’s go, darkness is fading

Through the mists, we sing

to welcome the arrival of 2006

A sunbathed first morning!

                                            (Cao Yuan)