倒着走喝啤酒的日子已过去了
但你纯真的傻笑仍旧缠绕耳边
把我带回对爱无惧的初恋年华
时光的隧道真是有那样的魔力
苍发的皱脸禁不住激爱的红晕
隔山海的我们还在为过去喝彩
The days of walking backwards and drinking beer are gone. But your innocent, silly laughter still lingers in my ears, taking me back to my fearless first love. The tunnel of time truly holds such a magical power. My wrinkled face, gray-haired, can’t help but blush with love. Across mountains and seas, we still celebrate the past.
Memoirs griffitied on rocks
along the breakwall
recording life events
of locals and visitors
A celebration of a new born
Loneliness of a young man
A girl sad about unrequired love
A declaration of love
A marriage proposal
A strong bond of siblings
An unwavering friendship
Griefing parents burried a child
Loss of a best friend
A widow’s sorrow in a poem
A young man mourns his fellow soidiers
An old man laments his life
They gave these rocks flavours
Besides the salty seawater
In return
The rocks gave them blank pages
For their stories
I see you better
when I close my eyes
I hear you clearly
in echoes
when I shout out your name
You are near
when we are strangers
There was no concept of toys in my childhood.
For fun,
I trapped cicadas and fireflies,
caught dragonflies and tadpoles,
grew silkworms and hatched eggs,
made kites and kaleidoscopes,
slid down banana trees and swam in streams.
I had a 14-key toy piano in middle childhood.
I played Auld Lang Syne and
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
The Barbie I had was in adolescence.
My father took a bicycle ride
with me on the back seat.
He saved 12 packs of smoke to
spend on a Barbie for me.
I was thirteen.
I made Barbie a studio apartment
with shoe box, handkerchief,
match boxes and play dough.
Two AAA batteries, an electric wire
and a light bulb in an old pill box
made Barbie her reading lamp.
I took pleasure in hand sewing
all Barbie’s dresses.
The favoirite gown was made from
cellophane lolly wrappers.
Wherever I go, I take these
wonderful memories and
treasures with me.
Flicker of Thoughts 