The notorious Chinese circle of relationships There is an apparent characteristic (that) can easily be seen It is a small group of people (that is) gathered together Following a principle of like to like All (is/cares) about for their own interests and surviving Simply like (that) you drop some oil in water They always automatically hold together Forming a very stable structure Which in some sense might also be defined as a "high-tech" A colloid suspension is formed It is floating up and down in the society Making fairness, justice and equal opportunity in no hope
Love is a thing that blooms in eyes Love is a thing that likes to bloom in eyes No any words can make it to be described It moves often through heart to heart via eye Absolutely not from mouth to ear instead
Everybody is walking alone on the road Only me standing here with barren eyeful I can hear that they are sing or weeping Silent, silent only I have to be silent With this solitary life I cannot see the reason behind my existing I seem to have no specific mission, So, I have to think this is a failing I can see that everyone is passing aside I heard also their sound of sing or cry Silent, silent only I have to look ahead I guess overall this must be a beautiful mistake instead!
多么精致的尘埃 弥散在祖国的城市乡村 它让一切变得朦胧 宛如传说中的仙境
人动仿佛腾云 神仙霾中穿行 时时传过欢笑声 唯独不现影踪
Ode to the Chinese Haze
By Xuefeng Pan BSc, MSc, PhD
How delicate and how fine the dust Diffusing to everywhere in the country Making all the cities and villages twilight Like watching a fairyland legendary
The movements of People in the fog Like fairies flying in cloud Laughter can of course be heard without doubt But not a shadow might be worked out.
I am now more and more able to comprehend The mystery of this big eastern land
Hope is the thing with feathers Hope is the thing with feathers Always likes flying in front of your eyes You are also attracted to her presence Enjoy listening to her whisper gentle
She will fly to your window in the morning glow By a beautiful song to tell you this is anew She will also come to you before a thunderstorm Reminding you not to miss the rainbow
She always fly around so Patronize the moment you don't know where to go She is always so willing to guide Never betray you through the horizon of life
The revelation of a duck couple
In the main campus of University of Wollongong I saw a duck couple walking side by side Around them were their kids, a couple of little ducklings How exciting with this scenery I felt Which made me know that Even these wild livings understood what love was like but why human beings here and there always feel confusing? Love is not always as romantic as someone expect Love by a simple companion is an apparent matter of fact that exists everywhere with all lives
When making eye contacts with girls That they look away quickly, as they are shy When making eye contacts with middle-aged women Often that we have to retreat back. Always I see old ladies by their eyes I am often sure that they are glad This feeling ah! I have to say That women grow strong by strong While men accumulate timid as time goes by
I cannot say love you
I cannot say love you Because I love you too much I cannot love you Because I don't want to see You are turning to be second handed or ain't new
They live really arrogant! Very puissant Having thugs Having media to do trumpeter They live magnificent They write: All over the world belongs to the king We are in their eyes, The fucking coward dogs holding tails between legs They live really arrogant! Complex backgrounds Having money They hand in hand with powers They occupied and dominated the markets By deceiving and stealing They claim: All over the world belongs to the king We are in their eyes The fucking coward dogs holding tails between legs
Why do they live so Arrogant ah? Just because we're some dogs? Holding our tails between legs; Shaking heads and waging tails; Being bullies when protected by the powers We are fucking dogs just like these
The wind blows up gently The hair of the evening primrose Dusting some clouds off Let the sunset glowing The lights flashing afar That is my warm home The violin pathos long ago Missed like sentimental water The boat swaying in sea Dreaming of a distant sail To voyage across the childhood The long thousands of miles
The night outside your window Getting stronger when I arrived
It's turning out to be incense ink I gather a cluster of grass as pen Writing down the words in the bottom of my heart Sprinkle with the fragrance of tuberose Accomplish a sweet poem Let it floating everywhere in front of your window...
I played a God like so
So I played a God like this In a hot summer, a little flying sparrow, She strayed into my room accidentally From an unlatched window The moment she saw me, I found, She seemed vigorously astonished. I watched her also curiously and Said to her: Hello
She did not understand at all, only tried to go She was extremely frightened, I was sure, Flied towards high, but that was my ceiling, The stockades of her go
She looked like me this time, I was wondering So, I think she should also pray silently like me: " Lord! Let me go ! "
I got up and opened all doors and also The windows She instantly fulfilled her expectation Left without sorrows
So I played a God like this, For that I have been looking for long time ago
The walking on the street Like the surging river The crowds of people are the water
The noisy voices like wind Is anyone really clear what they meant?
The turmoil are roaring around the world Should we live also in the swirled?
Think about it! When we are so quietly parking in Our little harbor To me, to you, do all of them really matter?
Trust yourself, trust your feeling If you feel not happy with your way You have to make you appealing
To Bob Burns
I was thinking how he would live in a farmhouse like this! Where was the plough? And where was the stable? Where was the desk for writing poetry? In the wooden door? Or next to the window? When did the mouse come out? Would it be in the shadow of the oil lamp reading the poetry? Or going to the yard to see roses? Where was the rose? Could her red be seen in the moonlight? How much of the moonlight awakened the louse? Did it bite? His back? Or his head? At that time, was he writing a poem? Writing what? Man's man for A a that Or Tam O Shanter? What aroused his tender feelings like water? Was the battle of Sherramuir? Or Ae Fond Kiss? How did he sing? The Auld Lang Syne?!
Please gently walk into the night
Please gently walk into the night Please put the uneasiness and regret aside Gently walk into the night Let all the light illuminated to be written in moonlight
Even the beauty is still tangled, and the filthy is still around Since the day has faded away, then let's put all them aside Gently walk into the night
Everyone has to be brave to accept That the truth is that life is one-way trip, We are always onboard, and the scenery is always outside
So, let the seasons back to the day and tender to the night Let's put aside all witnessed, the uneasiness, the sorry, and even the joy Let's take not a bit of sorrow and regret Gently walk into the night
How that love is explained
If thou are happy to ignore me Without a pity on me Even after all, thou cared not about me... So, why should I love thee?
I never believed that love is something mysterious I think that love is simply a reflex Thy "stimulus" that I love to accept Thy “feelings” that I always expect Thou smooth me tension and cultivate me with happy, Thou accept my strengths, and weaknesses. That we both agreed: Thou are responsible to me, I am responsible for thee. So, why don't I love thee?
I never believed that love is something mysterious I think that love is a kind of "conditional reflex"
The mysterious Chinese
The Chinese are not physically taller than any foreigners But their statures are mystically long The Foreigners link their hearts to mouths using steel pipes While Chinese do so by fitting coil springs on
Ode to a Maple Tree
Sweet wind swings white fog The dew drops away, and turns to be slippery The leaves of maple trees are as red as fire, They are shining in Girl eyes At the beginning of the heart of the clouds The thin gauze skirts make branches straight Like long hair flows into a waterfall As soft as the willow drifts, Spilling into the horizon light of the river of time Long live youth! Hooray Long live Youth
I am willing to be the mottled birch trees, to protect you from the wind and sand I would like to block the wind and rain for you as well For I am right in a moment that I fall in love with you
一条大老狗 OOld old Jack OOld old Jack, he is a dog. He has been unable to make call sound, only OO O... He sleeps all day, does not want to walk around He is really too old. An old big dog!
OOld old Jack, he is a dog. He is really too old, always OO... O... The person taking care of him is an old widow, She attends Old Jack very carefully, give him water and meat Jack is really too old, has already no teeth Drinking only by licking, only licking gruel... This way is still alive, let a person really uncomfortable. OOld old Jack, you old big dog!
The maid to old Jack named Zoe I have smiled and said to her, let Jack go. Zoe said to me seriously, can not let Jack go As old Jack is her dead husband's most loyal friend!
Fate looks like a self willed woman She always gently come to you She clings to your shoulder when you are depressed While remaining silent once smug with you! She always be there with you Never abandon to follow She may like an ordinary countryside flower, And could also be an elegant gentle girl She always love to set the rhythm to your life Made you choose either pain or happiness unable