Ancient people thought The Qingming Festival is for tomb sweeping But in recent years We see it as the real beginning of spring Not just a day full of memory and remorse During this period, we recollect past, rethink present, and look into the future We pay respect to ordinary people rather than powerful individuals Reason and logic have redefined our culture World has suffered too long by wars and collisions Moral discipline taught us not to be hostile but be happy Science and technology have rebuilt this nation Make us strong and our family harmony For more than half a century,this nation focused on connectivity and cooperation. We hold our tradition and look into future with open mind. To build a community of shared future for all humankind.
The empty chair stands alone at midnight, As the blind stars keep all jasmine flowers silent, Under the darkness a folk song turns on its headlight, Under the sleeping sky only snow mountains are vigilant. Something inexorably remains standing, Though it is as empty as the meteoritic dream, When an incarcerated eagle wakens from descending, His name is erased by a nation’s gathered steam. But the silent jasmine blossoms in deep space, As the snowflakes are falling in the vast Nordics, The forest sits on rocks, knitting a deciduous lace, To decorate the empty chair and the empty lines of lyrics. And morning will walk through and open the blue window, Like a blue ocean on the horizon opened by a volcano. 2010.12
Today is Christmas-eve I knewChristmas for the first time in a fairy-tale Like many others about my age, I Believe A Little Match Girl For that I thought the Christmas was sad and dull But when I got familiar with this festival I realize the Santa Clause is cool And I always expect his arrival In the rhymes of the deer bell He distributes gifts and love worldwide The universe become soft and gentle For these gifts are from our heart inside Santa delivers gifts to children through chimney But bring us all into harmony Merry Christmas!
When I was a child At mid-autumn festival night The breeze brought smell of ripen cornfield The whole village appeared as a blur in the mist The moon was bigger and closer The dew wet the petals of flower Fog rising from surface of lake like geyser Families eating moon cakes under their bower Children in the village were all delight We played on the carpet of fallen leaves Under the shadow of moonlight With lanterns in hands Adults burning incense to pray deities for reunion and harvest But we playing hide and seek in woods 祝大家中秋节、国庆节快乐！
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