文/於世一

沏一杯温汤，

火柴划过火痕，

烟丝燃虚空，

丈量着迷雾。

对坐光阴明月，

斗间细烹日常。

《Ordinary Days》

By Yu Shiyi

Brewing a cup of tea, warm and Perfectly Brewed,A match strikes—a fleeting scar of flame，Tobacco ignites, as if setting the formless void ablaze,While rising smoke, like a ruler, measures the hazy mist before me.

I sit facing the flowing hours, the distant moon,There, within the small bowl of a pipe,Simmering and savoring the "everyday" itself.