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Just a poem

I loved her

thousands of times

searching for

the soul of a poem

i loved her

devoutly

a village where

cherry blossoms spring from

i loved her

a stack of white sails

passing through twilight

across the fluted water

i was not afraid

of the cold river

thousands of pages turned

occasionally

from the corner of my eye

she was a bright scenery

suddenly

searching thousands of times in vain

it turned out

she’s just a poem

those shy dimples

where poetry is from.

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.

 

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.

 

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