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Sleepless

Standing on the balcony

breathing

the lonesome murkiness

moonlight in the eye

an article to read at midnight

whispers of foliage

flow into the cradle of birds

street lamps dressed in cold

buildings wrapped in dream

the moving sky

soupy with starlight

of a millennium

then a gust of wind

a cup of spring

tossing and turning

in the theater of time.

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Sleepless city

Waking up too early

the sound of earth rolling

light and sobriety of the night

broken glass of the city

in disorderly wind

that drives the sequence of timepiece

clear digits planning things

the sleep of grids

chaos in the capsule

inverted space in the mirror

everything so far away

the world is bright

hands outstretched in vicinity

feeling

the rotation

the wait

the sleeplessness.

Home

Beautiful blue planet

the home we live in

protected by the power

of the atmosphere

the pervasion of sunlight

throughout the seasons

new buds breaking through the fertile soil

accepting the baptism of fresh air

this is the inspiration of life

the production of miracles

this is our home

we need to protect it

protect the nature

the harmony

this is our home

the shore of happiness

where we belong.

Mountains and water

Ancient trees

birdsong

wild intoxicating flowers

valleys

this is the view

of the mountains

long shadows of rivers

with colored fishes

clearing the hearts of children

this is the view of water

mountains are the source of oxygen

natural enemy of carbon dioxide

a good biological world

while water is the mirror

of ecological civilization

mountains and water are good scenery

mountains and water are freshness

mountains and water are good mood

longevity and riches.

Purple flowers and yellow fruits

Purple flowers and yellow fruits

if appear on a balcony

if appear in a fine garden

they must have been given many names

loved and kissed

small dreamy purple flowers

blooming on the slopes of this wilderness

nobody watches or cares about them

bodies full of cumbersome thorns

nobody makes a special trip to study them

they know not the world beyond the wild slope

but the sun doesn’t slight them

every lovely round face is hung on powerful branches

they are golden fruits

with no bright names

they don’t exist on the balcony

in the garden

only on the dreamlike hillside

can you find these small purple flowers

and sweet yellow fruits.

 

 

City at night

City night

neon flashing blinding

no one sees the moon

no one counts the stars

everyone is busy

wine glasses clink

business and friendship intermix

city night

vehicles still shuttling

things unfinished during the day

are carried out during the night

the city night is hard to stop

microphones roaring

dumping pressures

venting tempers

city night

there are leisurely cafes

a touch of tea can occasionally evoke

certain feelings

but the gravity of the phone is still to big

city night

deep into a district

there’s the sound of frogs in the pond

it seems to tell people

it’s very quiet here

city night

movement and stillness

coexist.

 

Childhood

Childhood is

the best time

with a group of friends

to share

we ran together

sang together

free as the wind

no bundles of trouble

no worries about the direction

of the future

everyday was play

no scruples

like a wild child

didn’t understand dream

didn’t fear nothing

that’s the happiest time

that’s childhood.

 

 

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