失落的历史 Lost History
the pillow sat, quietly typing away,
what are you working on, I wonder?
folding itself, it stirred and turned,
handing me a glass of water
such a glass it was infused......
the pillow sat, quietly typing away,
what are you working on, I wonder?
folding itself, it stirred and turned,
handing me a glass of water
such a glass it was infused with disdain
how bone and blood can burn and only cardboard is reclaimed
it’s a story, it told me in a far away voice
would you like a biscuit? just something to rejoice
staring ahead so intense,
like a blind man picturing color
I listened dreamily as the narration went
scribbling notes, losing nine out of ten
尽管不是一桶金币…
Although it wasn't a pot of gold,
Nancy was still enthralled at what she found at the end of the rainbow.
For this there be no mortal eyes behold,
The twinkling ......
Although it wasn't a pot of gold,
Nancy was still enthralled at what she found at the end of the rainbow.
For this there be no mortal eyes behold,
The twinkling laughter of this lovely pond.
No pots of honey Winnie Bear has yearned,
No boastful genies that grant your every wish.
With cheap brass handle and a copper plate,
It was a portal to another world.
The door swung open to reveal pink giraffes and red elephants,
So curious a sight like surrealist landscape pictures.
Parading round and round they formed a circle,
Glanced beseeching towards the young intruder.
One began to sing, another followed,
What can they possibly want from the humble narrator?
练笔
时代洪流吞没了昔日荣光,赫赫功绩铸成帝国殿堂。
I'm sending you a letter
Words as the middle summer
Written by the falling later
When you will remember
Anxiety through the whole winter
capitals of spring beyond......
时代洪流吞没了昔日荣光,赫赫功绩铸成帝国殿堂。
I'm sending you a letter
Words as the middle summer
Written by the falling later
When you will remember
Anxiety through the whole winter
capitals of spring beyond a character
blossoming with beautiful flower
And the smiling faces of wander
left behind several rhetoric founder
alike the fire burning brighter
It's love buried deep the ashes paster
I'm an obscure book to reader
Please angin linger.
英文版清风.海洋
Kawasaki a star he liked the ocean best but one day he saw a different person Gu Meng a writer of novels she often write their own things into a novel...
Kawasaki a star he liked the ocean best but one day he saw a different person Gu Meng a writer of novels she often write their own things into a novel every time he wrote novels like to be near the sea and he wrote very good He often talk with a net friend that day Gu dream in the seaside writing he saw a boy with a bottle of water in his hand to come to him they both looked at each other two eyes Gu dream think that the male growth is good looking should be very popular it he remembered before a girl to tell him he refused because he felt he did not deserve her but then the girl married someone else he is now finally Understand Kawasaki handed the water to Gu Meng. He sat next to Gu Meng and asked how can you write here alone? Gu Meng replied, "I like the sea, but I have never been to it, so I am very happy when I see it." Kawasaki asked again, "What is your name? Gu dream answer to my name Gu dream Kawasaki and asked why do you want to write a novel? Gu Meng replied because I want to be famous and make money and I like the sea! Kawasaki said that you are really brave! Gu Meng said of course!
Of course I brave Gu Meng said with a smile
After returning home
Gu Meng sent a message to the net friend she said today I saw a star very happy net friend back I also met a novel writer do not know she can write my story Gu Meng said you have what story ah net friend said alas........... Anyway, I went to bed
Gu dream turn day also want to send a message to the net friend but found that he was blocked she was angry and anxious turn day the net friend is very afraid because he is the star that star and he frankly is right at the seaside he waited for him for a long time he told her he is the net friend she put down the computer to hit him and then the star ran ah run Running to the end of the story.