My Works
Blue Moon
... slient night ...
Night in House
夜晚，庭院，女孩
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Augest poetry
Summer Wind
In the summer’s fervent, heated breath, The wind caresses, soft against my cheek. It speaks in whispers, tales of love and death, And leaves me lost, adrift, alone, unique.
hesitate
This is the explanation I have found
夏
我可否将你比作夏日
繁星
深夜
樱雪
漫天飞雪又至，而我飘零何处
The poetry in night breeze
Each word, each line, for you, it lovingly holds. In this wind, let our love gleam, like stars above so bright,
unamed poetry
You possess a light of your own, capable of illuminating my nights.
Rain
A essay recording the feeling of rain from a poor poet
Essay in spring
A short poetry fullfill the busy life
My way
Face the coming abstacle with love and perservance.
Fly me to the moon
The Thanksgiving Eve. A peaceful night. A tired body. A normal essay.
The Final Illusion
Nick picked up his pen and began to write down his memories of that summer, memories of hope, loss, and the Dream. He wrote: 'Perhaps we all have his shadow in us, forever chasing those seemingly within reach green lights, those beautiful aspirations for the future...
Sun Set
The poetry was written at the begining of Fall. For some reason I write a lot at that time. So I pick two of them as a memory.
Whispers
An poetry from many years ago recounts a night of tossing and turning, unable to succumb to sleep, a time marked by inner turmoil and silent longing. It traverses through memories, melancholy, and muted emotions, ultimately culminating in a silent confession.
