The last river
Once again, I came to the town in the late afternoon in the spring breeze. Dense clouds were coalescing in the western sky, and the sun was shining through its gaps, painting the town's largest intersection with a stream of vehicles of all colors in a golden glow, like a Buddhist scene. When the green light came on across the street, I cautiously crossed the national highway to the sidewalk on the east side of the provincial highway. A refreshing coolness reminded me that the Back River was at my feet. As the name of the Back River prompted me to imagine the flowing waterfall and the lush forest, my mind wrapped itself around its subtext, such as "jade ribbon" or myrrh.
An indelible impression
As an art teacher in Nanchang 28th Middle School and after I retired from this position, the voices and smiles of the two female teachers would often come to my eyes. Their noble charisma, gentle temperament and enterprising, knowledgeable learning have left a deep impression on my life path.
Who moved the strings of the blossoms
You know what. In a previous life I was a fleeting flower. The momentary life to perceive the ebullience of the wind. I opened the fragrance of a lover's eyes and absorbed your warm, melancholy gaze. You pity the pity of a flower that is easy to pass away, so that I in this life to step through the sea of persistence, to find the figure of your fantasy dream.