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Color of the sky


devoured the quiet of the night,

early in the morning,

the hazy horizon,

cleaning up residual dreams,

an autumn leaf full of foggy thoughts,



Behind the leaden sky,
an azure dream,
deep in the sea,

of the mind,
a feeling can’t ever be forgotten,
no need for too much wind,
as far as the eyes can see,
the sky is fantasy,

A pioneer

The sun is the pendulum in heaven,

don’t know  how many years have gone by,

under the lofty sky,

exploring afar,

with mountains to escape,

leaving a line of shadows,

escaped from the prehistoric wilderness,

to the cloudlike land,

smiling indiffrently,

in the open wilderness,

the pioneer is tiny,

like a grain of sand,

waving a hoe in loneliness,

a pickaxe etched by sun and moon,

when’s the end,

where’s the end,

the horizon’s always teasing him,

in his dream.

Green autumn

Soundless wind blowing,

red river flowing,

in the clouds,

golden glow floating,

through the sky,

orange sun,

walking westward,

here the grass is still green,

babyish sun growing,

warmth rising,

undulating waves of grass,

awakened tides of the morning,

dancing butterflies and feathers,

just like the passionate colorful sails of summer,

the wonderful notes of the moon,

words of the nature,

sky is the composer,

in the pure autumn,

a flaming red dress,

a green bride

a blue sedan,

an excellent matchmaking,

by the nature.



Time lost,

does not return,

my childhood,

remains a memory,

at that time,

i was carefree,

and at that time,

the sky was always blue,

and hills,


Street light

Dark silk devouring the sky,

debris falling,

fish suspecting,

that it’s pollen falling,

pedestrians panicking,

raindrops rupturing,


road lighting,


in its territory,

insects combating,

the storm,


with wild chrysanthemums,

candlelight in the sky,


there’s a gust of wind,


the vast darkness,

lights of a rainy night,


and a beautiful halo,

and fireflies floating,

and a lost soul.


Some thoughts on life

A big towering tree on the mountaintop,

it has slowly grown up,

it seems to be still a young tree,

yet it contains a trace of vigorous hope.

A soaring eagle in the wide blue sky,

feathers and wings growing increasingly strong,

and it seems to be still a young eagle,

yet it is bursting through the clouds,

with passionate madness.

Grass on the roadside,

breaking through the soil quietly,

it seems to be a little scared,

yet the feeling is mixed with,

an indomitable force.

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