She appeared like a blaze.
Moved from the West to East.
I could only stand far survey.
My heart felt her cool face.
He watches world’s affairs with his heart;
He reads news deeply into his brain;
He hears speech and music into his mind;
He can write everything into a poem like.
I see, the bright yoke
In the sky,
A spark, illuminates my eyes,
I am blinded with a yellow glow,
Studies the poets to write the ancient poetry,
Level and oblique tones not to spectrum,
The person namely said orphaned is even,
Again reads also says the non- poem taste,
Many people are living not with good right.
Most starving hungry while the others eat and drink,
they can only earn a poor rate of labor;
while some the others earn to rich and richer.
As merry as it sounds,
It is something every one experienced.
When it comes,
If I were a poet,
I will send my words to high space;
And among the stars together;
No sound on earth.
Your letter seems dropped from heaven,
Likes a piece of stone falling,
To a peaceful lake of water,
Disturbing my peace suddenly.
Every body should know parents loves,
Started from the date of one's birth.
Parents always love are so great,
No matter how difficulty is it.
The morning sun just rises bright after a fresh sawn is just over.
A breeze wind blows gently.
The wild flowers look so weak as just awoken.