Sunday, May 31, 2015

My Dear

MY Dear
Where are you from?
You must from the same place
As the sunshine in March
The flowers in May
How can I describe your beauty?
You are so indescribable
You bring me laughter
You teach me how to love
Thanks for letting me have you




Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Fragrant like a fly

For my cousin, 10 years old

Your room smells like a rubbish bin full of

miscellaneously rotting residues of food

like a washroom just had been used by someone

like a durian in the sewer

Like rotten tofu, like someone taking off shirts

after a long distance running, like a laboratory being exploded

a piece of fur being burned

a worm rotted in an apple 

a cockroach died in the drainage ditch

Like a fly flying among flowers

like a room being attacked by a skunk

like a bible in the library,

a reclamation depot, a bed 

with thousands bugs on it

like Stilton cheese from English

like the air after rain,

a plastic bag on fire, like a hundred

people in a small washroom, like a homeless cat

never had a shower,

the oppressive atmosphere when you zip your coat to head,

Chopin plays “Nocturnes” to the deaf,

the smell of a plate has scented cuisine from all over the world,

like a basket of egg braked on the way home

like birds fly under the high atmospheric pressure

like a mice family coming to your home

and making their own place, like a swimmer 

forgot how to breathe under the water, like air in the vacuum bag,

like a 1.8m man stuck in a 1.5m box

like a old cobwebbed house 

like the smell I smelled when near your door

and walked in your room rejoiced that I still alive.



Monday, May 11, 2015

Poem Writing in style of William Carlos Williams's "The red Wheelbarrow"




so much depends

upon


a brown park

bench


basked in sun

light


beside the peaceful

lake

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

A poetic response to "The Metaphor"

Grade 7,

Free express self, 

Adore Miss Hancock.

Grade 10,

Hide true identity,

Ignore Miss Hancock.

Got hit by the school bus,

Everything is too late, 

Can not say sorry to you,

You just like a birthday cake.


Thursday, October 30, 2014

a poetic response to "The Sound of the Hollyhocks"



Handsome rich guy,marries secretly

Wife leveas him, dies suddenly

Love or hate

Starts talking to hollyhocks, ex-wife's favourite

Get into the clinic

Mom final control

Face turns to purple,will not wakes up anymore



Sunday, October 19, 2014

'Life Cycle of Salmon' review

(from youtube)


   When we taste the delicious salmon at the dinner tableperhaps rarely think about their moved life story. Last week I saw a short video on the Internet about the
salmon. Because it is salmon backflow season, so the weekend, my dad, mum and I
went to the Weaver Greek Spawning Channel, watching salmon backflow. The visit
aroused my interest in the salmon. I do not mean to eat. This trip I was most
shocked by the dead salmon that I saw on the shore.



    So I went home and made ​​a deep research about the life
cycle of salmon. Spawners in spawning channel spawn her eggs, which generally is
freshwater. After the entire fall and winter, the eggs slowly developed. In the
spring, the eggs hatch to produce alevins. There is a thing named yolk sacs
bellow their bellies, it has all the nutrients that alevins needed for growth. March
to May, alevins became fry swim out spawning channel, migration to the Fraser River;


           (pic above from:http://img.docstoccdn.com/thumb/orig/88740863.png)

start to begin their lives in the sea. When they grow into adult, they start to

swim back to the spawning channel. The life cycle is complete, after they spawned
all their eggs. That is why I will saw those salmon died in the shore of
spawning channel.
   Salmons’ lives are full of dangers and tragic. They overcome the difficulties; avoid many dangers, in the last moments of their life, running upstream, spawning, and migration, for their life ends.