Thoughts

I hold the water-like tenderness
In my hands
Lest it trickles through my fingers

I hug the sun-like warmness
In my arms
Lest the sun moves away

I keep the breeze-like caress
On my body
Lest  it  disappears with the wind

I arrange the flower-like love
In a vase
Lest the petals wither

I hang the moon-like longing
On the window lattice
Lest the Moon creeps into the clouds

When I lower my head
sadness flows out of the keys of my piano

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都是好诗呀。

多谢宝子妈！老了，好诗都是旧作了~~~

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问好！多谢！

多谢！问好！很久没来了，最近太忙，回晚了，见谅！

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九月
September
是丰满又多姿的孕妇
Is a plump pregnant woman in many forms

脸上
On her face there blooms
盛开着希望与憧憬
Anticipation and longing

怀里
And in her bosom
揣着春华秋实
Lies spring blossoms and autumnal fruits

September

BY Rose Lu(Bing hua)      Tr. East Sea Fairy

Is a plump pregnant woman in many forms
On her face there blooms
Anticipation and longing

And in her bosom
Lies spring blossoms and autumnal fruits

The Girl Writing Poetry


BY Rose Lu(Bing hua)      Tr. East Sea Fairy

Long is the journey
The wild goose flies after the cloud rosy

In fact, I’m nobody
But a girl writing poetry.

Writing a rootless white cloud
An empty sky

The white cloud flies about
Just  looking for a kiss from the Sun

Vast and mighty is the Firmament
Just for hugging the cloud’s friend

In the day ’s warmth, the white cloud unfolds its wings
To fly with thanksgiving
In the night’s coldness, the sky keeps its wound open
Filled with tears

Spring flowers will wither
Autumn leaves will fall
The only one that won’t die
Is the passion in my heart

If you know me
You’re the sister of my soul
If you’re considerate of me
You’re my lover

I’m willing to exchange with my whole life
For you.

I’ve lost all
But my feelings
I’ve given up all forlornness
But my poems

Long is the journey
The wild goose flies after the cloud rosy

In fact, I’m nobody
But a girl writing poetry.

Waterfall


You’re
A fountain of lovers’ tears
Galloping and gabbling with Grievances
There must be loads of sadness in your heart.

Otherwise
How can you break in such a sparkling and brilliant way
And fall down so reluctantly