Monday, February 20, 2012

letter to Rosaline

  Wouldst thou marry me? Oft i can't sleep because thou art in my heart. Thou art the moon upon my brow. Dost thou love me?
Morrow     and      eve,
with   thee   in   my   heart,
in   the   name   of   love,   I beg.
I beg for love, for marriage, for our future.
But if thou reject me, thou would be regret.
The tyrannous love makes me mad,
single tree can’t hang me dead.
If thou don’t love me,
I might love
somebody
Else.

restriction:i love you

Saturday, November 26, 2011

poem for miss hancock

Miss Hancock

you are a candle in my life,
light my path,
warm my heart.

Without you,
I lost in the darkness,
I froze by the coldness,
I miss you.

You are a candle in my life,
burning all your life,
giving all your light.

You are so bright, so tiny,
you snuffed in my foolish breath ,
you snuffed in the catty draught.
I cry and moan for the tragedy,
I wish and hope for the rebirth.
But I still miss you.
Best wish

Saturday, October 8, 2011

My earliest memory

     Before I moved in the house which I lived right now I have been lived in three houses. The first home which is the house I start my life and lived for 3 years was in Shanghai, and I called it the old house. Unfortunately I almost forget everything about it. Then the next house is my earliest memory of home. It is an apartment with six floors and red roof. My home number is #202 which at the left side of the second floor. In the room the walls were printed white and there were two bedrooms, a kitchen, one bathroom, one living room, and a study room, add them together there are about 106 square meter room. Although it is not big, it was full of my precious memory. It was a very happy time that every day my family was having lunch and dinner at a square table in the kitchen, and we were chatting, eating, and caring with each other. I remembered that every times I fight or argued with my mom if I lost or she got very angry, I would locked myself into the study room then she can’t got me and I could play game on computer. At that house I had my own bed room, but l seldom sleep in it. I rather sleep in the big bed room with my parents, I sleep with them until I was ten for some reason I was scared to sleep alone for a long time when l was thinking back it seems childish although I was a child. I don’t like that bathroom because it is cold and wet, so sometimes I felt so cold. Outside the building there is a garden where I could have fun and play.