Posted by Sphinx on June 17, 2003
here is the poem from which "sketched reeds" comes. can you explain it now?
Step out of the station,
I make my way to the mountains.
An emotion* reminds me everyone's waiting on the other side.
I walk on the country road,
Many scenes of childhood appear.
It winds across the field, just like a stream*.
In the sunshine, among the woods, Breathing the fresh air.
No smoke, no shades of skyscrapers*, Nothing I hated.
In my eyes, full of colours.
Green grass and yellow grain, flaming flowers brightly blaze,
Blue lake and white sand, sketched reeds* catch the breeze*.
Around my ears, full of songs.
Singing of the birds, barking* of dogs, Wind rustles* leaves and drops echo* in the well.
Now, it's a calm to my rush of days.
It's great to return to nature mum.
The sun rises from the horizon on land,
The sun rolls across the sapphire* sky,
It then sets over the misty* lake.
Every day the sun is new, the life is new.
Now, old is just new to me.
It's wonderful to be back.
I see my house, I see my parents.
I know they're waiting for me.
Hi, I'm back, back to home!