When trees begin to put on orange and red, I'll paint my longing for you on a maple leaf, hand it to the air, and wish a gentle breeze blow it into your dream!
Updated 08-09-2010 at 02:32 AM by angliholic
I just returned from a week or so in the Rocky Mountains with my family. I grew up there -- in the foothills at the base of the mountains. I used to ride an ATV up the face on a dirt road that gets closed in the winter and turned into a snowmobile route. We stayed with my mom and her husband. While there we took our daughters on their first true mountain hike. My oldest was great. We gave her our little camera to take pictures of the wildflowers that she saw along ...
Updated 08-07-2010 at 11:46 PM by The Comedian
What an elegant lace parasol you are! In scorching hot summer, you fend off the malicious sunlight for the young ladies in daylight, as cheerful as daffodils, swaying to the melody, the summer breeze you bring. Dancing gracefully after your footsteps, the misty rain trickling lightly down like a fine gentle hand caressing each flower bud ...
Updated 08-08-2010 at 03:34 PM by angliholic
Saying goodbye at dawn to Baidi in swirling colorful clouds, I’m sailing thousands of miles down to Jiangling City within a single day. While apes’ calls are still echoing from both banks, my light boat has passed through thousands of mountains.
Updated 08-08-2010 at 02:46 AM by angliholic
Walking on a small country lane, My company is a homeward-bound buffalo in the evening. Blue sky wears a corsage of a setting sun on her chest; rosy clouds are the gowns of the sunset glow. Carrying a hoe on my shoulder, I hear a shepherd boy's song floating in the air. Oh! They are singing now with a bamboo flute playing faintly. Smiles written on the faces, they are humming a country tune, leaving trains of ...
Updated 08-08-2010 at 03:32 AM by angliholic
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