From the Fishouse

Startling Summer

in the original Chinese

Alarm for No. 1 Hurricane was sounded
When I thought of
The rattling of yesterday night
To be not thundering in spring

The morning fog outside of the window
Was no longer urging people to add a jacket
When I discovered
I could go outdoors with even a short sleeve

However
Always unable to remember
This time last year
Whether it was the voice of frog
Or the singing of cicada
Which woke me up from my spring dream