I sent a poem posted "poetry corner", it seems like people do not read it, I would prefer if you read it: ( ), please!
A mid-autumn festival sadness. Author: XuanMai A mid-autumn festival sadness.
I always remember one afternoon, that day On the river named "CuaLap" An unforgettable image ... On a small boat carrying that heavy a family Including a couple and three young children. The husband lost his leg, he tried to paddle movement again and again The wife and first child, they are fishing.
I stood and watched them for a long time trying to understand their family situation. The husband looked at me and turned his head to look somewhere far away. Newborn baby sleeping in a crib awake and crying. His mother was sitting near the stove Work cook prepare dinner. I wonder how many fish they have received? And they will have to sell all of the fish had so that to buy rice? There is enough rice to feed their families satisfied?
The little girl is sitting next to the kitchen fire her hands spread on the flames, they were kept warm. She has black eyes and round, chubby little cheeks, black hair smooth, Her eyes looked innocently to the stranger (me) Innocent ages, she is not understanding what is the sorrow and bitterness laments, That's just has undergone parents.
That night the full moon and bright, The night's main holidays of children (mid-autumn festival). The type of lantern and fireworks are lit up to welcome "ChiHang" (moon) and "ChuCuoi" (a character in mythology) The other children receive candies, jams and cakes, which have participated in the festival, but she was not present among the lucky baby.
!!! Poor girl, the baby is innocent, She was not part of that day fun night!
Above are a few thoughts I had in mind when I saw Mid-autumn festival night ... a lone sailboat...!
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About this poem: A friend told me this real story.
My first time it was new, when I heard my cell phone rang, I was holding it upside down and pressed (!), therefore it off, it again a few times. And then when I met my sister later, she yelled at me, "Why did not want to hear me ??? !!!".
I think you will be very very difficult to become a angel that flying up in the space, the best way will become a balloon which have a stomach very very big with full of air in it. I am imagining ... how beautiful you are with a very big belly!
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Last night after i posted comment i was very sleepy so i went to bed but didn't look a clock. Now i return your blog to read lots of funny comments, funny and yes they all said right, if you still confused i think better you should start moving to ... the moon that place does not have the rivers or the sea either!!!
RE: "NO CELL PHONES PLEASE"("XUAN MAIs POEM)
I sent a poem posted "poetry corner", it seems like people do not read it, I would prefer if you read it: ( ), please!A mid-autumn festival sadness.
Author: XuanMai
A mid-autumn festival sadness.
I always remember one afternoon, that day
On the river named "CuaLap"
An unforgettable image ...
On a small boat carrying that heavy a family
Including a couple and three young children.
The husband lost his leg, he tried to paddle movement again and again
The wife and first child, they are fishing.
I stood and watched them for a long time
trying to understand their family situation.
The husband looked at me and turned his head to look somewhere far away.
Newborn baby sleeping in a crib awake and crying.
His mother was sitting near the stove
Work cook prepare dinner.
I wonder how many fish they have received?
And they will have to sell all of the fish had so that to buy rice?
There is enough rice to feed their families satisfied?
The little girl is sitting next to the kitchen fire
her hands spread on the flames, they were kept warm.
She has black eyes and round, chubby little cheeks, black hair smooth,
Her eyes looked innocently to the stranger (me)
Innocent ages, she is not understanding what is
the sorrow and bitterness laments,
That's just has undergone parents.
That night the full moon and bright,
The night's main holidays of children (mid-autumn festival).
The type of lantern and fireworks
are lit up to welcome "ChiHang" (moon) and "ChuCuoi" (a character in mythology)
The other children receive candies, jams and cakes, which have participated in the festival, but she was not present among the lucky baby.
!!! Poor girl, the baby is innocent,
She was not part of that day fun night!
Above are a few thoughts I had in mind when I saw
Mid-autumn festival night ... a lone sailboat...!
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Posted: 1 hour ago
About this poem:
A friend told me this real story.