, Grass
Spring Festival
Category: Poetry Add Time: 2011-1-13 14:48:25 Source: admin Clicks: 58
I don't know how much explosives were used
nor do I know how much smoke arose
Anyway, it made the sky change color
made the sun and moon alter their appearance
It burst our eardrums
and brought endless joy to children
Dumplings, couplets, and all that smoke on the ground
in the midst of it all, we felt annoyed
But when it's truly gone, we miss it so much
It's the busy figure of a mother
the source of a child's delight
and even more, the eager anticipation of our childhood
It's a pearl in an ordinary life
signifying a period, an era
and also a measure of our lives
Ah, collecting debts from thieves, Spring Festival
Ah, The Seventh of the Super Cabbage Series—Cabbage Fart -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Category: Fairy Tale Add Time: 2011-2-8 13:53:32 Source: admin Clicks: 756 Ever since Cabbage acquired this stinky skill, he dreamed that one day Rose would encounter trouble and come to him for help. Suddenly one day, he thought about his own smelly self, even if he became a superhero, what impression would Rose have of him? Thus, he was quite troubled. Originally, Cabbage’s skill wasn’t as convenient as a weasel farting. And, the prelude to Super Cabbage, Year
An endless tale of bitterness, spiciness, sourness, and sweetness
An inexhaustible discourse on the joys and sorrows of life
A journey through the endless cycle of spring, summer, autumn, and winter
An unending series of changes in times and seasons
Everything repeats and circulates within your great bosom
Your life spans five thousand years
My life is but a fleeting moment
Countless births and deaths
Countless legends of heroes
All rot before you
Yet you remain forever youthful
You are my ancestor
You are my heritage
You will never fade
Our Spring Festival, our year