Perdita Young Poems
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April's Fooling Snow
April brings the snow,
Makes many hearts glow.
What a fuss folks make,
Like gales in circles blow.
The Gluttons are to eat "Hot Pot"s,
The vain are to flaunt wealth in minks.
The smug will take selfies("Moments"to share) ,
The sentimental will write lines(bubbles to air):
The single hope to find one to walk with,
The romantic hope to become snow-smith;
Busy bodies will go for snowball fight,
The Lovey-dovey will walk their hair white!
The snowfall is surely good, as always,
But city people here, they easily ...
Over Waterloo Relics
The green grass grows, 'tis scenery everywhere,
Underneath are soldiers fallen century's fertilizer.
The gallant heroes of bygone days now mere clay,
No names carved, and long blown far and away.
Armored was Napoleon, with fame but no fortune,
The man battle-wise，wet-winged in a June foreign.
Martyrs buried, servants of his ambition aglow,
Though heroes brave, they did make a great show.