I have some fear, Sir,
that something may happen
to my writings so dear.
They are to me like treasure
since I by and by accumulate
day and night, with pleasure.
It is like going fox-hunting,
across the vales and hills,
It resembles mount climbing
that brings about joy after ails.
Much pain, also rewarded gain,
so I had naught to complain.
Yet struck was I by a sudden terror
yesterday by the cut of power.
With no copies of what I post,
what if they be wasted and lost?
So I write now to you plead,
to help one who is in need.
Please let me feel more safety,
because in Sohu, you take the lead.
April 17th,2009.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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