Carefree

I would rather choose to be alone

free and happy

sitting by the river

watching it flow quietly

watching it take away

all troubles

listening to the wind in the forest

the strong sonorous wind is like a rock song

the lingering breeze like a sweet love song

if there’s no wind

the sound of birds tweeting

is a cheerful nursery rhyme

lying on the grass

in warm sunshine

sometimes there’s a mischievous ant

that climbs onto my hand

let it be

as long as it doesn’t bite me

we are equally happy.

 

 

 

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Afterglow

The western mountain range

is the home of the setting sun

the burning clouds

at this moment

what else

can’t be forgotten

the fog

is the wedding dress of the moon

the lotus and lake

ancient and elegant

the beach

is the sofa of the soul

put troubles to rest

let happiness sublimate.

City lights

The sky is getting darker

city lights gradually brighten

street lamps have started working

emitting radiance

shining in a corner of the city

car lights

converging into a glaring river

accompanied by the rhythm of the traffic lights

gleaming

neon is the portrayal of reality

red green blue yellow

changing like wind

elusive

life is like this

no one knows what color it belongs to

one moment it’s red

then suddenly it’s green

lights are changing

night is getting darker

city getting quieter

until people go to sleep.

 

Look up

I look up at the sky

to read its vastness

and depth

the azure background

is the aesthetics

i dream to pursue

i look up to the sky

to chase

the sun’s glory

the red-hot feeling

i look up to the sky

to chase the sacredness

of the clouds

the spirit of innocence

propitiousness

i look up to the sky

to understand its calm and quiet

the sublime freedom

i look up to the sky

to feel its intrepidity

the fearless spirit

to drive out the darkness

and thunder.

A midsummer afternoon

A shaft of sunshine

passes through a crack in the curtain

and hits the computer screen

the whole world is dazzling

and burning

a cup of tea lingers

in the mood of the room

no words

just the blunt sound of ventilator

stubborn.

Desk fan

Round after round

it keeps running

driving out hotness

sending in coolness

this is its bounden duty

round after round

it keeps running

dedicated

regardless of whether

the owner is awake or asleep

it keeps running

repeatedly drawing

the circular dream

of summer.

 

Your name

It has a kind of magic

that catches my eyes

because this is your name

just like a beautiful dream

it gives off a sweet bouquet

a kind of intoxication

that makes me close my eyes

when i open my eyes

i vaguely see

your long flowing hair

i hear

your cheerful laughter

your name is just so

magical.