Poetry of Life 260~264 Festival

260. Difficult

I know everything is hard.

Create, conservative, change ...

Every step is the pain of a peeling bone

But I have to step out and go down

Just because you can not return

261. Shimmer

A slight light

Sway in the windy floats night

Like the bitterness and hate of the world struggles

There's always no rest

And always one by one.

I rejoice in the light

It's shining softly.

Like her eyes in the Ming-chen

Blowing up the spring breeze of Qinglie

262. Morning Bell

When the first rays of the morning sun come across the sea

The Mighty morning bell of the Qing Lang's World

Listen, the sound of the rumble

It's the fierce horn of the blast.

On the horse, pull out the sword

For the unyielding war.

263. Untitled

Have a female face like jade, piercing piercing wind out dust.

Who the family of children, and bridle on the mo.

264. The City

You are a little lonely city

I've longed for the heart of a lifetime

The fireworks in the city illuminate the old dust.

Lit up the road ahead

Swaying little flowers swaying the bright of the moon

It's your gentle kiss.

Poetry of Life 260~264 Festival