My family
Under the clouds
Moves from one land to another
Struggling between cultures
Not knowing to which we belong

Even though the flowers are falling
The fruits will appear later
When the maple leaves rest
On the ground
My family finally settles down

We are like seeds
In the depths of this land
Absorbing fresh water and light
Straining to put down roots
But blossoming will soon follow
And then at last bearing fruit

A flower
A leaf
A cloud
A deep breath
Bringing with it
A new life

– Gu Xiong, 1999