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Archive for November, 2019

The past

The past

like turning pages

flashing words

vivid storyline

attractive

infective

unforgettable

everyone has

perhaps

unforgettable

moments and events

whenever they come up

thoughts surge up

mind stirred up

the innocence

the passion

and now

less impetuous emotions

the past having

gained momentum from growth

most worthy of being

treasured.

 

Midsummer

In the evening

scenes of twilight

slow winds

walking on the concrete roads

scrolls of paintings

slide after slide

all come into view

hyaline skies

fiery sunset

long old bridge

clear reflection in the water

still a beautiful sky

so beautiful

so real

so close

so is everything

in nature.

Miracles

I vaguely recall

a little brown dog

let’s call it Miracle

from the old house

dragging its tail

sniffing with its nose

running around

being very clingy

i remember

everytime we came home

it came running

toward my baby stroller

before we moved

the good delicious food

Miracle was always fed

so it was shining

luminously i’d say

with its belly bulging

when we moved

it was fed by the neigbors

not very much

but still capable of being full

when neighbors moved

it was left

in the forlorn yard

for about a month

everytime we talked about it

i was worried

said it might have starved to death

or run far far away

and become a stray

we went back once

there it was

lying in the old yard

hungry gauntly

walking unsteadily

ate a lot of wild weeds

alot of corn cobs

in the corners

there were piles of feces

granules of grass and leaves

we hurried up

and gave Miracle water

fed it ham and other edibles

Miracle gobbled it all up

greedily

ate eveything clean

suddenly

my eyes tered up

Miracle survived alone

without food

without going anywhere

it stayed there

the perserverance

resilience

to life

the loyalty

guardianship

to its dwelling

strong confidence and vitality

supported Miracle

and the love

was sincere

a tearjerker

insisting on patience, persistence

and toughness

to its life

it was truly

inspirational

a miracle.

 

Tonight

Twilight

the sky is beautiful

cerulean and full of fleece

bright moonlight within

a cloud painting

tonight

the night is captivating

the wind calling

a beautiful fairy tale realm

what kind of holy ceremony is this

filmy starry honeyed

ultramarine tiles

the sky seems to be calling for

the arrival of some advanced lifeform

round halo of the moon

a wild horse roving

golden sparks turn into

delicate flowers in the woods

an agile dragon passing though

the muzzy mountains so peaceful

clusters of chrysanthemum blooming

releasing a frgrance so indistinct

in the wilderness

pairs of murmuring birds

climb above the silver branches

playing and playing

tonight

the night is waning

the distant lights intoxicating

all the devout and wet

dew leading the way

in this world of emotions

full of passion

enthusiasm

yet tender

just like water.

 

 

 

The world

No matter you are wealthy

welloff or poor

no matter you worry

about clothing or food

no matter you are bright

intelligent or otherwise

no matter you are fit as a fiddle

healthy or disabled

the world belongs

to you

including the warm sunshine

the fresh air

and the charmed century

perhaps

others look down upon you

sneer, ridicule or laugh at you

treat you like a burden

or even abandon

you

do not ever look down on yourself

the world is beautiful

not just because of the flowers

happiness is never just

chasing after fame or fortune

do your best to cultivate

your soul’s acreage

your plot of land

and you will find

that plot of land will grow the fun

the happiness

and the joys of life

use the power within

pursue your inner being

let yourself enjoy the dividends

of this

developed century

with dignity

the world

is a world we decorate

together

everyone is a beautiful tidbit

of the world

even though the world has

the different you and me

but you and me

should not be

seperated from the participation

in the transformation

of the world

the world belongs to us

to me and to you

too.

.

 

Autumn rain

In the air after the rain

it’s filled with a hint of

faint fragrance

grass, leaves and soil

are perfumed

beautiful mood starts spreading

around this environment

at this time in my eyes

what i see is beautiful

i see

sparkling water surfaces

light thin clouds

i see

the distance is near

i see

hope in front of me

at this time

i feel

warmth in my heart

exhortation from childhood

whisper of lover in my ear

light flashing in the night

tepid currents

in the wilderness

and the glebe

of my heart.

 

 

 

 

Night and light

Walking through the avenues

of the city

accompanied by a bright night

wide flat road

stretching straight

toward the distant horizon

glitter envelops blue sky

glitter shrouds the night

over the campus

and overwhelms

every smile

countless vehicles

flowing

in the middle of the city

carrying a lot of waiting

lots of dream and fantasy

shortening the distance home

with the violence of motor

illumination in the city

scatters on the paths

dispels darkness around

wanderers and wayfarers

it insists on burning

til a brighter tomorrow.

 

 

 

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