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Venus

Cutting through the silent night

a beacon in the eastern sky

an old timekeeper awakens

the earth every day

the vanguard of sun

chaperone of light

bringer of hope

Venus

you are the messenger of light

the star that lights up the night

the morning bell that motivates people to rise

the one who guides people through the door of darkness

the golden compass for people to go forward

your punctuality

your firmness

your brilliance

your passion

your calmness

your seriousness

your dedication

your courage to assume responsibility

your generosity

should win recognition and respect

Venus

a character we need to learn from.

 

 

Still

The buildings

standing on the south side

blocking the erosion of frost and time

hugging the river trail

white mist with a tinge of green

a casual veil

dotted with dry

withered grass

yellow leaves

the north wind dipped in red

blazing glory

of fierce maple flames

fried by autumnal sunlight

the maindenhair tree is sweet and savory

however

the manchurian ash

the camphor tree

and holly are green

still

over the treetops

sounds of birds and insects

vaguely chirpy

happy still.

 

 

 

Updates

Thinking is ever
changing in other
words constantly updated
a plain vanilla
toneless realm
can further
be made over
moreover be
upgraded
a website is
routinely updated
so as it’s no longer
a page so trite
and life is never
endingly being
updated
upgraded
to dilute the
same mundane
insane tedium
everlastingly
updates again
even the slightest scintilla
is great delight.

Neon

Standing on a street

criss-crossed with neon

flashing like stars

from afar

shining on the ground

her colorful figure

red orange yellow green … purple

changes at will

as the music in the coffee shop

red is both warm and aloof

orange a little bit cheerful

yellow dignified and elegant

green quiet and fresh

cyan youthful and pure

blue melancholy and sad

purple dreamy and mysterious

her figure is even more

charming and enchanting

sometimes a budding flower

sometimes a halo

on the head of an angel

sometimes a long train of

pearls in the dark

a flowering tree

bright and eye-catching

her body underwater

like stars singing

in the splendor of the sky

i walk slowly

silently

can’t bear to leave

probably this is the life

a dream

cannot finish.

Just another morning

The early morning sun

a few words

pieced together

into casual poetry

give it to you

clean up the sleepiness

yesterday stays

on the desktop

a lonely plate

on the table

turn on the washing machine

throw in the clothes

still unawakened

pace to the kitchen

crack an egg

fry a golden sun

sit down by the window

color of autumn sqeezes in

listen to some music

enjoy this morning

that’s a little

different.

Be free

The cloud is free

is the cloud truly free

as long as the wind doesn’t stop

the cloud can’t stop

wandering

the wind is free

but is the wind truly free

which direction

it wants to go

it is not its decision

the bird is free

but is the bird truly free

it needs to stay

vigilant at all times

so as not to become

someone’s prey

the fish is free

is the fish truly free

even when it’s sleeping

its eyes must not be closed

freedom is only

correlative

only

by maintaining the purity

of the soul

can it be free

to come and go

can you be

your true self.

 

 

 

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.

 

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