In the afternoon I hang my shadow out to dry on the bamboo chairand go off to haggle with the wind.
午后，我把影子晾在竹椅上，
自己去跟风讨价还价。
Cicada song was too dear; I bought only a few ounces.The change I had left, I spent on clouds.Even when the sky began hurrying the world toward evening,I still refused to give it back.
蝉声太贵，只称了三两；
剩下的零钱，全换成了云。
直到天色催晚了人间，
我还赖着不肯归还。
“If time comes to collect, tell it I pledged my whole life to take this summer on credit.”
“光阴若来催债，就说我拿一生，赊了这个夏天。”