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I've never had a liking for you
because it's true
that you always steal farmers' crop
and chat in public nosily and nonstop
I've never paid attention to you
for you're tiny and insignificant too
However when I see
you have to take care of your family
I realize you're not at all lousy
Cherry Blossoms are blooming
extremely calming
and inviting
inviting spring and you
to pay them a visit
If you take a liking
remember don't go with Albert
but with Robert
for the former will chip off a piece
of your purple haze
put it under a microscope
to see why you're so gorgeous
Yet the latter will praise
your inner beauty
which has finally come to shine
in the refreshing spring
Silly puppies
Take my advice
when you're ten and four
never think of a pretty showy girl
as your lifelong diva
By and by
to your innocent love
she'll prove
worse than a broken jar
at least
the latter doesn't bark
In the quiet afternoon
there's someone
who seems to be sighing
and sobbing
If not
why is there this blue river
which has flooded all over my vein
when it isn't raining
on the outside
when the summer's grace
is still here
to linger
when the wailing wind
of the winter
is still out of sight
Should I split
this blue pain in half
with a knife
or simply let it
drain off
through the tip of my pen
The spring rain has come back
from a long journey
and has been lingering for a couple of days
All the trees are sprouting
and little birds chirping
The sleepy land seems to be waking up
from its deep winter slumber
whereas
when and how
will the seed inside me
begin to bud
since you're still nowhere to be found
Good morning
lovely lasses and lads
please don't bother to clean up the fallen leaves
on the campus
after the early spring rain
for they're no different from the flowers
in April
or the colorful butterflies
in July
You may wonder
whether it's practical
to leave them scattering here and there
on the pavement
Definitely not
but they forms a yellow brick road
which is leading me to a paradise of beauty
when it's still too chilly
for the spring blossoms to bud
Dear sol
You’re a pretty yellow rose
and it’ll absolutely be a great loss
for those guys who
don’t even have a chance
to savor your sweet fragrance
especially when the earth
is still wrapped up in the icy cold air
But I dare not dream
to hold you tight in my arms
for I'm afraid
this poor heart of mine
will be pricked time after time
by those invisible thorns
So it's better
that I admire you
at a distance
and praise your charm
in my poem
rather than have a date
if you're truly my soul mate
I'm a dewdrop at dawn
waking up to the early morning sunshine
caressing my face
and disturbing my sweet dream
When a ladybug is scurrying
for the shade of a weeping willow
I feel like an idle cloud
wandering in the blue sky
catching a glimpse of a yellow buttercup
smiling in a green pasture
When the evening
spreads the sunset glows around
like purple and orange petals
on the ground
I'm going to sing a sad song
for a weather-worn vagabond
When the night's eyes start to twinkle
I'll be a shooting star
flying across the murky sky
and shedding some light
for a lonely traveler
The summer wind
has gone chasing
after the shadow of spring
traveling far
and leaving behind
only withered heart shaped leaves
dreaming of flame trees
once blooming
in an exotic land
When the last cold snap finally ended
a few days ago
you were shining like a daisy
in the early spring
at that moment I naively thought
There were no more rainy days
Nonetheless
I woke up this morning
to hear the sound of drizzling
outside my window
and it still keeps raining now
wet and cold
Though you looks most sadly beautiful
when tiny raindrops are all over
your pretty face
yet how can I stand
to see you standing all alone
shivering in the garden
all day long
If you'd like to grace my humble home
please do come in the morning
but never in the evening
for I don’t think
I can hold back my tears
to see your petals falling
and floating here and there
when the afterglow is so enchanting
Pretty peaches are blooming again
in this lonesome land
yet I know clearly
it's not owing to the spring rain
or the spring
that keeps those pink blossoms sprouting
and floating
like the colorful butterflies flying
here and there
in the passionate summer
It's all because of your sweet smile
that makes me feel no longer
like a lonely traveler
in this journey of life
For you're an orchid in the valley
not to be found in an alley
I guess
to smell your fragrance
I’ll have to climb over many a mountain
and trudge across numerous rivers
If only I'm able to provide you with shelters
from the sun and the rain
I don't mind planting myself on earth
like a nearby whispering pine
whispering in your ear many a line
of verses
when the sun rises
in the morning
in spring
Wish you forever young and green
as the lush skin of a watermelon
And my love for you will be fervent
as the red passion within
abundant and exuberant
If you quench my longing and thirst
with your sweet juice
I'll spread those precious jewels
in your place
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I wrote the above short poem, May Our Love Be like a Green Green Watermelon, a few years ago when I started to pen poetry to improve my broken English.
As for the title, we used to have a watermelon day in summer when I was in college though I can’t remember on which exact day. On that day, girls and boys are free to visit their friends in their own dormitory. It was a long tradition that boys should take a watermelon with them when visiting their female friends in their rooms.
It was said that the red meat of the watermelon symbolizes passion and love. And the numerous seeds stand for their fruitful results of love. So next time, when you’re visiting your future spouses, don’t forget to take a watermelon with you especially in sizzling hot summer.
Note: The Watermelon Day is a tradition of my alma mater only, not my country.
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If I open my window now
I know
I must be able to see
all the vibrant butterflies
chasing one another
like playful young lads and lasses
running wild in the meadow
where numerous small flowers
are swaying gracefully
in the spring breeze
But sorry
I feel too lazy
to open it up
It's not that
I've got a worried mind
so it's tightly closed as my heart
but that
if you happen to be intrigued
to know why
you haven't yet
graced my humble place
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