The Story of Abandoned Babies (Part One)
Spring Festival
Category: Poetry Added on: January 13, 2011 14:48:25 Source: admin Clicks: 58
It's unknown how much dynamite has been consumed,
Nor how much smoke has arisen.
Anyway, it changes the color of the sky,
Alters the appearance of the sun and moon.
It bursts our eardrums,
And brings endless joy to children.
Dumplings, Spring Festival couplets, and the smoke covering the ground,
In the midst of it all, we feel annoyed.
But when we truly leave, we miss it so much.
It is the busy figure of a mother,
The source of a child's excitement,
And even more, our enthusiastic anticipation in our childhood.
It is a pearl in an ordinary life,
Signifying a period, an era,
And also the measure of our lives.
Ah, Spring Festival,
Ah, The Seventh Superhero of Pickles - Pickle Farting, Year,
With countless flavors of bitterness, spiciness, sourness, and sweetness,
And infinite joys and sorrows of life,
Endless cycles of spring, summer, autumn, and winter,
Unending changes of time and seasons revolving within you.
Everything repeats and cycles within your great bosom.
Your life spans five thousand years up and down,
My life is but a snap of the fingers.
Countless births and deaths,
Countless heroic legends,
All rot before you,
Yet you forever maintain your youthful beauty.
You are my ancestor,
You are my legacy,
You will never fade,
Our Spring Festival, my Niniu, The Thirteenth Superhero of Pickles - Goodbye Rose. Pickles have become a superhero, able to fly in the sky, swim in the deep sea, walk on walls, see in the dark, speak many foreign languages, and understand the language of all animals.
After gaining the ability to fly and swim, Pickles confidently prepared to meet Rose. Before going, to lighten his sauce-colored skin which hinted at his identity, he soaked himself in vinegar overnight to whiten his skin a bit, then sprinkled perfume, put on a cloak made of white clouds, and floated like a great swordsman. Our year...