Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again --- by Xu Zhimo Very quietly I take my leave As quietly as I
came here; Quietly I wave good-bye To the rosy clouds in the western sky. The golden willows by
the riverside Are young brides in the setting sun; Their reflections on the shimmering waves
Always linger in the depth of my heart. The floating heart growing in the sludge Sways leisurely
under the water; In the gentle waves of Cambridge I would be a water plant! That pool under
the shade of elm trees Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky; Shattered ...