Sunday, 7 June 2015
Sunday, 31 May 2015
Life is
Life is
long;
You
grow from a new born baby
To a
senior
Life is
short;
When
you look back, it all seem
Like
one year
Life is
bitter;
There
are always troubles,
One
after another
Life is
sweet;
There
are always moments,
Which
are full of laughter
Life is
lonely;
The
path of your life is for yourself
To
walk, not any others
Life is
warm;
The
hope and love are the most
Precious
things you’ll encounter
Tuesday, 12 May 2015
Sweetest Noise
For my grandma, I miss you.
Your voice is like knocking a piece of wood with a rock
So loud, like hammering a nail into the wall
Like someone thumping the table
Like a crowd clapping together,
when they are jeering at a
ridiculous public speaker
Like a furious journalist typing on the keyboard
A rock band playing their craziest song
A fierce battle field
Like millions of horses galloping on the prairie
Rhythmic like a metronome working loudly
Like a hare tapping the ground
A pecker pecking a tree
Like raindrops hitting on an umbrella, on a stormy day
Like heart beats in a horrible nightmare
A drum being hit by an angry drummer
Random, like popcorn popping in the microwave
Like hundreds of metal balls
dropping on a table from ten
feats above
A brick breaking into pieces
Like an actor stomping on the stage
Like hail hitting a fragile roof
The firework on a festival
Non-stop, like the fighting between two children
An alarm that you want to stop
Like a rattle drum played by a little kid
A flock of birds pecking your head
Like 8 naughty kids running upstairs
Like 5 workers building a house
Like the warm and comforting sound I heard when I get back
to home,
And my grandmother is preparing for dinner.
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