Wang Qian Poems
We live in a huge plastic bag,
Little to breathe,
Less to let out.
Junk air are collected,
As well as dark eyes.
Pure tears, stray dogs were
Thrown away in this plastic bag.
A child, surprisingly,
Played with it.
Hold a plastic bag gently,
Waving up and down,
Left and right.
Was he searching for the fresh air,
Or the fresh air was searching for him?
He jumped like a happy sika,
The plastic bag is transparent,
If it is the same with the human heart?
In spring, smiles really count.
Spring is a smile,
The girls without pain can't be princesses,
The roses without thorns can't be beauties,
We must live the life that we are to,
It bores us into a deep unknown hole.
Love what we love,
Do what we do.
Nothing will stop us doing the right things we consider,
Nothing will be forced to let us down.