I like black color and paper boats, elderly people, old homes, month of November, broken dreams, sad stories and deep silence after them...

I like my childhood, honest friends, my bag and old pen, recess at school, old playground and games that time has played with us...

I like the food cooked by my grandmother, cups of tea, pet parrots and the cat, mischievous things which were easy to be forgiven by everyone...

My hometown and its old railway station, the whispered voice, your laughter, storytellers, folklores and true characters hidden in them...

I like these yellow leaves decorating old trees, snowflakes, my old diaries, your old letters, my old scarf, small babies, poetry books and rhymes in them...

The old sky and stars which used to come to see you shining, rainy season, the cold Beijing and its winter nights, Tsinghua Campus... I love them all...

Where are you?
Please come out in East Garden
so your heat may melt
the freez in Tsinghua...

Where are you?
Hey! light up
Look! stars have come to see you...

Night is cold, sharp and silent... Beautiful like your eyes...
I was looking the moon
in the glass of Tsinghua Lake...
Lotus is asking me,
"Where is she?"
Where are you?  

All preparations are complete...
Like a sacred ritual...
Words are standing in front of me
in a queue for auditions...
I want to release this burden of my heart on a paper...
My emotions have started begging me to save them in rhymes...
Where is moon?
It was crying your name right now...

Forget it!

Where are you?

Come!
before dark thoughts start filling my mind...
I am standing here
waiting to see you...
In a try to solve your mysteries in my poem...

Autumn leaves fallen
all over the Tsinghua Campus...
Yellow, Orange, Red and Brown...
Each has a story to tell...
Story of Resistance...
How long did it stand
against wild air...