Truth, Dream, Truth - Poem by Fan YANG
Spring is coming.
Land wears green clothes.
Warm light is shining.
Spring water falls down.
Wind blows, everything comes back to life.
Birds fly again from southern lands.
Because here is their home.
In my dream, I am a bird.
Freedom to fly to east with the wind of spring.
The smell of the soil, the color of the sky, the taste of the sea, the sound of the wind.
Because I believe that I could touch my home, my lovely home.
Open my eyes.
I can smell the fragrance of flowers all over the fields.
I can see the light in the sky.
I can hear the songs of the water flowing delightfully.
I can feel the wind touch my body.
What a beautiful picture.
However, there is not my home.
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