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Thanksgiving

Life is like a piece of land

gratitude is the rain

gratitude enables a seed to germinate

gratitude can make flowers bloom

more beautifully

an encounter

an act of giving

a companionship

some comfort

in the past

they’re inseperable from

the bits and pieces of life

they all come from the continuing emotion

of love

gratitude is what makes life

so much more

beautiful.

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Smile

Give yourself a smile

to dispel the gloom in the heart

give your loved ones a smile

let the warmth of sun fill their hearts

give your old friend a smile

to get rid of the estrangement asap

give others a smile

friendship will be given in return

life needs a smile

society needs a smile

because a smile is the buidling meterial of

civilization

and harmony.

Dream

Midnight
the hour hand
minute hand
second hand
they’re drinking a toast
to the reunion
the dark night is
sleepy
dawn hasn’t woken up
wind is silent
time freezes in a moment
and becomes
eternity
the smiling poetry
poking its head out of
the shoes
singing a song
excitedly
hands of proses
waving
from inside a hat
the bright-eyed prose brothers
groping for firewood
lit by the only star
pointing in the direction of
success
the road over the clouds
will reach the other shore
the footsteps of dream
will never
stop.

The cliff

Petals
silhouetted against the blue sky
clouds turn
crystal clear
sky of the highland
pure and limpid
like etherealness
so close
yet so far
crisp ringing branches
broken
strong winds and blizzard
impacting
short sharp roots
waves of cold and pain
striking
flirtatious sun
romantic snow
can’t attain the beauty
of a cliff
only the mad daunting storm canhttps://i1.wp.com/imgsrc.baidu.com/forum/w%3D580/sign=670b3056f703918fd7d13dc2613c264b/01da9b2397dda144a9180b04b2b7d0a20cf4867b.jpg
carve out
the unparalleled perserverance
the sprakling beauty.

Childhood

Thinking of
childhood
the toys and dogs
chasing the drifting seeds of dandelion
rolling on the lawn
a string of laughter left
in childhood
the field greened
yellowed
its this field
transmitting the life of
dandelion
every life conceived was
dancing the most beautiful
dance
its in this field
the fun of childhood sprinkled
no troubles no melancholy
in this field
perhaps life is just a blade of grass
memory a beautiful ballad
all shades of green and yellow
like life alternating
time continuing
memory
stays.

Key

It is a tempting
power
in charge of
the door
it is a sacred
responsibility
keeping
the peace of
the house
it is a heavy trust
the most direct
recognition
in the palm of
the owner
it is at the same time
an evil desire
that would accidentally
open the gate of inferno
it is sometimes attached
with the price of dignity
maybe a beautiful decoration
outside the door
hiding the humble soul
it can conquer a math problem
it can unveil a mystery
it can open the treasure house of knowledge
it can launch a flying voyage
yet
even if one has a million keys
glossy dazzling like gold
he may not be able to open
the door of
the mind.

Observation

I’ve seen
a myriad of
sunrises
sunsets
meetings
seperations
curtains falling
blustery mornings
evenings
wandering
wandering
and wandering
lights dimming
people coming
going
in the bustling city
ordinary corners
old and new
light and shadow
overlapping
year
after year.

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