I open window to greet ashen sky, A shy fellow he is, covered in misty clouds. Laying in my bed, I douse myself In comfort. Too comfortable… Watching bamboo spoon falling, My finger too limped to react, So I let it thump the floor.
In a place where no one but we, between sun set and rise a cut of bamboo is fused and the coffee cup brimful to the lip, the label uplifted to the next level and sloshed on a lovely sharing hours, slowly we muted and respiring like a new combustion engine of a new 2020 Mercedes Benz car racing on pure coal tar high road
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I enjoy the tangy of spring, tasting plum wine as cherry blossom. Eastern river is dried bamboo shoots, a sweet yet melodic taste brings me home. At the end of the river is where my heart lays; a vast, endless ocean; sadly, people only see fishes in little Ju lake; the river behind the lake, ocean behind river that's hidden.