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I am floating like a Shadow
Xuefeng Pan
Unnamed flowers were everywhere in the valley
Sending their fragrance was the spring breeze
Birds were enjoying the sunshine on the branches
They sang gracefully
A pack of wolves were wandering in the woods
Treading on the fallen leaves making crisp noises
Wood-colored hair, yellow eyes and sharp mouth,
With their eyelight fierce...
Suddenly, a hare jumped up violently
Fleeting away to the faraway...
The wolves flew up and chased
In the direction of the hare escapes...
They are many times, I feel that life seems to me
That likes the scene mostly
The only differences are that
I'm not the rabbit that escapes
Nor the hungry jackals that they chase
What am I then?
The flowers in the imagined spring?
Or the birds were singing?
Nay, I'm the time tide silhouetting in a valley
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在山花烂漫的谷底
春风传播着花香
鸟儿在枝头享受明媚的阳光
婉转地歌唱...
一个狼群游荡在林间
踩着干脆的树叶,发出清脆的声响
尖嘴,柴色的毛,黄色的眼晴
透着凶狠的光...
突然,一只野兔猛地跳起
窜向远方...
群狼飞起来,扑向它逃的方向...
很多的时候,我觉得生活对于我而言
就像这一幕
只是,我不是那只逃命的兔子
也不是那群饿极了的豺狼
我是什么?
那初春的花开?亦或那鸟儿在歌唱?
都不是,我是这岁月
流淌在空旷的山谷
像一个影子在它们中间飘荡
...
I should be willing to drift,
Like a bird, flying around
With flirting sound
Romping mountains, sea,
And fertile land upon...
Making every place a home possible
With a cliff on a seashore,
Or with a branch of shrubs,
Expecting not an accompany fly
To show a bird's independence on the sky
By flying everywhere freely
And by enjoying the natural right.
This turns to make my nature destined,
From forced obedience to autonomous control
I shall turn a wandering life into a sacred trip.
When you stand under the sun (light), one side of you might be bright
While the shadow on the opposite side might be a bit dim or lack of light
I think this might be an appropriate condition that can be taken into account
When explaining Positive or Negative emotions that you may feel you are set upon
I mean if you choose to see only the bright side that's often with you along
You may feel happy as you think you are warm, active, soft and giving out light
So often remember to look for the things that may make you feel pleased or fond
And choose to go to persons who might be willing to Praise you or to say "you are right"
Also, value and pursue "any opportunities" that may lucky you with a good fortune
And treasure and nurture "any reasons" that leads you to say “I am very well done"
To make all aforementioned easy to be true to let them to bring you positive mood
You have to remember that you should firstly learn how to cultivate " a heart of Gratitude"
And then to love, respect, and help people who are wanting positive moods as you do
The sunlight is still bright but lesser
Than those in the summer dawns
The temperature still rises but weaker
And slower like it was haunted
The coldness was sent by the wind with the rustling sound
Green has still remained on the leaves of the grass though
But on their tips yellow and dryness has already hung
Frost looked cold and shining off-screen white
Birds sang irresistibly but felt a bit numb
While the wind plumed harp tune high
Time is as spacious as earth or sky
But the dreams cannot be exactly kept
Wild geese start to go their southern home
By making an array fly
Someone like me in their middle ages
Will face the desolate circumstances
As the late autumn morning said
Were there a day when the writer has melted into the air?
Left these words unattended cold, alone or being disappeared
Turning it into an unanswered question, representing for a part
Of the past of being human beings, who brought in soar tears
Touching waves of laughter as well as countless physical arts
However, nobody witnessed the fact and knew the mechanism
Except for the eyes, somewhere hidden in the mysterious sky
I would never be too bothered to look for them to make an appealing
(Though it might accidentally make a loyal follower of the stars)
As I care too much about the phenomena behind my feelings
If you think of the reasons why you are still alive
And what makes you live so eagerly, bravely and gracefully
You would say without delay that love, it is Love
That made all these happen to you, as being really
A "you" so real viewed and so peacefully due
I value the love assigned to me, and also the love assigned to you
I am happy to know that you loved so real, and you accepted so true
I am also extremely pleased that love assigned to each hand
At every moment of time are so vivid, so real and so equal
A silly bird is terrible in his intellect
But his feather made him look perfect
I think that he must be totally fooled
By the wrong messages from the world
This may be what people often say
The appearance of mental deficiency
Fortunately, he still remembers to fly away
When people are trying to catch him
Luckily birds follow different rules of the game
Provided a man has no self-knowledge like him
I am sure that there is a moment of time
Such a person must be deceived and loss his fame
A herd of pigs were locked in the walls,
They can't go over to see the outside truth
And can't make a free walk
Did they go to their owner for asking why?
The owner said: There was real happiness in the pigsty
You think! The owner explained: A plenty of food and drinks
Provided to you always with care, when you guys enjoy
A sweet snoring sleep inside
Comparing to the birds flying in the sky
The poor alien species have to make restless fly!
Because they are Not blessed to have such a life
As a pig might, they are the most unfortunate instead
You are the happiest piglets worldwide!
You even don't need any truth, trust me!
Such a life you've had is both happy and luxurious
What you need is to roughly drink and eat
Then stay quietly in your pigsty for a nice sleep
However, one thing you must remember
To make sure everything is right and proper
And also used to listen to my order! Go! Drink and eat!
I will take full responsibility for all the matters
You see! Who can have such happiness in the world?
Only you, you unique pigs!
We are different may be in
Body, color, size, shape even sex
While we are the same surely be in
Soul
We are different may be in
Culture, language, style, flavor even habits,
But we are the same surely be in
Love
We may never meet, we may never know
Each other may be strange for a while
But long familiar with Love and Soul
We may never meet, we may never know
Each other be familiar with we will
The same surely be our Love and Soul
I don't know how to make this clear, my old folks,
That utmost a mountain is a mountain and a plain is a plain
They are intrinsically normal and natural, and should not be a thing,
(Making them high or low, or showing a difference between them)
In your weird minds
A wild mountain is higher than a humble fertile land, as you would think
My poor folks, it was because that you have lost your altitude in psycho
When you are looking at the mountain while you are standing in the plain
On the opposite, if you look at the plain in the top of a mountain
I am sure, my poor folks, you will definitely find the plain is full of
Mysterious spots sparkling in the horizontal line
I don't know how I could wake up automatically in the morning
Without any assistance by an alarm set and or by a personal calling
I automatically wake up again in the morning, Huh, I have a new day,
Something has been waiting for me for a long time, I will do it today
The old things are still stacked in my head, but I have to work with new things
How difficult for me to turn my memory machine a bit towards them?
In fact, I am still dreaming something about but I have to be moving
Without a clear direction, an idea, a solution how bad today in its beginning
At that moment, when I stood on the shore
It seemed that I was A representative of mankind
Facing the time passing by no words or no doing
Frankly there is pointless to say a word
or at all time to do anything
So, just waiting quietly for it going by,
And waiting for the clear turns to be clear,
And the turbid remains to be turbid.
The years of the river are endless flowing
Day and night, washing all matters except me
Leaving me behind on the shore, knowing nothing
To say, to change
There was no wind, even no breathing airflow
Ginkgo leaves were falling off onto the meadow
This ought to be the best meeting of green and yellow
And sky and earth and spring and autumn
From the warmest death to some busy grow
I can hear all the sounds by sudden,
Including my breathing and heart jumping
And can feel all the steaming, as examples
The aureus color and my dropping tears
I know this is a good moment for saying
Some Silent Goodbyes to each other
Life is somehow like doing a project,
It cannot automatically succeed
Except some kindness divines to aid,
That needs to move the Holy spirits
We cannot do so for any miracles
So turned to recruiting the like-minded,
Self-help we must do, with keys to the heart
Open up spaces for everyone,
Acknowledge being a part of the united,
The blueprint of lives likes a jigsaw picture
We must be united to make life better
Winter has arrived, vitality was gone
Everything remained silent, only wind sang
Water chilled into ice, mountains bared by shine
Trees lost their birds, and flowers lost their hands
The temperature was lower and lower to become
But the Love went warmer and warmer into flame
Saints gave you souls of growing
Humans coined you a shape of flesh
The Sun made you bright and warming
The Moon decorated you soft and gentle
Your moving liked the willow dancing
In the stream and on shore, they're winding,
You are waiting and you are looking
For the lucked ones seduced to come
We deemed to meet each other somewhere
Within the periods of short living time,
No matter it’s determined or just by chance
Indeed when you are in front of me
I saw your eyes shining of my dream.
I don't love you because I love you too real
I dare not let you know the truth as I will be ill
I will be ill as serious as I am going to die
Or like I will have to totally lose a deal
That will surely cost me everything
Even cannot make the cheapest will
I will surely have a happy New Year
If someone stops stepping into my life
Forcing me to do that I don't expect to
Asking me to speak that I don't want to
I don't want to be interrupted a bit with
My dear life, as quietly as a wild animal
And as common as nothing to show off
My heart accepts only the orders of defined rules
No matter they could bring in feelings warm or cool
I will have a happier new year by having a quiet life
Offering me freedom to listen the season's footsteps
In my youth, girl students are always shy when speaking to boy students
The opposite condition was also true and lasts through my half period of life
Marriages between girls and boys were usually made possible by a person,
Who makes a careful and elegant comparison strictly based upon the boy’s?
Girl's personal and family's conditions, finalizing the evaluation of match or not,
If matched they will make serial things happen, such as sending off
A letter of appointment and giving money to the girl's family for an engagement
This was the real scenario remembered in my memory of making a Chinese family
Luckily though I experienced it in my youth but never ever be affected by it
Lock the door, close the Wi-Fi,
Telephone and the Internet.
In the dark night
I lay myself in bed
The subconscious of the daytimes
Get released, and Heaven, land and my desire
All come back into reality,
And ideal evolution of life
For a long time, I have become nostalgia for the night
As if I had become the Lord of the dark
The King of the world
It should be said that
Survival competition is not my strong point
For fighting in the sun,
I always feel cruel and ridiculous
The greedy scramble is just for the sake of reproduction
The gain of wealth and sex
Should be neither holy nor glory
Since I saw the dust rolling over on the earth
I have decided to put my body in the night
And to send my soul to heaven
I told my son
What parents dream about?
He'd better open out.
Like the buds open the closed cycle
Enabling the son a sun
That opens the parent’s heart window
With a lot of sunshine
At a night in this autumn,
I sat abstemious under a pine
A place where usually belong to me in this university
When my arms and legs felt as numb as electric shocks
I could not help going back to my little office
Under the lamp
I saw many pimples in my arms and legs!
Clearly that they were made by the unnamed mosquitoes!
Oh, those poor little mosquitoes
They were left lonely in the Beijing campus
For such a long summer vacation
They must be hungry extremely!
When people retreat
Wind will then fill the moonlight into the street
The sound of the crickets heard like flowing water
In this dim night, no one wonders it's in the Swan Lake
I am no doubt a genius,
As genius as yours
We walk alone in the moonlight
Talking the language of the universe
Our hearts are flatting into the masters
Who are willing to be a common citizen?
We will live this way in the world
Making love around asexually
1.Onboard
Warming up, the weather
In middle spring
Grass dancing and larks singing
...
Lilacs white, purple and mottle
are walking on road
2. Going Home
Road is really long
Coach moves too slow
The homing heart feels like
Either a flying goose
or a flying arrow
3. Fly a kite
My busy shadows chained
Lang fang, Baoding and Beijing
up into a triangle
God saw and said :
That looked like a kite
The rope was the
Long thinking of
Held in Mr. Sydney's hand
Note: My home is in Sydney while I am working in three cities in northern China
I know that everybody will disappear, My Dear!
There will be no exception with yours and mine
If they indeed fail to always appear
Please still be very sure, my dear,
That our love will forever be there!
A Fairy Sings in a Glade
Seeing suddenly the dancing Glare
She becomes Glad
And Glee
I know that everybody will disappear, My Dear!
There will be no exception with yours and mine
If they indeed fail to always appear
Please still be very sure, my dear,
That our love will forever be there!
In pond
A dragonfly is teaching small fishes surfing
On the bank
My thought is attempting to
Knit a net
To catch them
Look, a bird, a little bird!
She flaps her wings, clapping the wind,
Is she fleeing away from the earth?
by flying a cross word.
Oh, the little bird!
How does she so hesitate and wander?
Is she struggling with eager?
Or because she has to suffer?
She's been flying day and night
Must be she really tired
Does she need to have a rest?
No, she is dragging by the glomming light
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