My father had ever told me :
His home was in a remote village
Where flowers shed perfume in spring .
Ripe fruits fall from trees.
You would never have to work.
live there like a paradise.
At night ,
Between the Milk Way ,
The Cowshed and the Girl weaver are talking their story of love.
My home is in a large town:
In front of my gate
Is a busy way which vehicles come and down.
My parents always told me :
Not to go out !
Fearing l was brought by a stranger to a distant place .
the sun always hide in the gray sky.
lights are blazing and all sorts of voices will vist your ears.
I want to look for the place
Where TAOYUANMING had said.
But where it is!
Sometimes l also went to my uncle’s home,
He and his wife were once planting a field.
Vegetables and melons were growing happily,
and Some people were busying weeding for them.
I don’t know how about my future home.
I don’t wish it like this:
Bad smells coming from the back stream,
and lots of the babies of mosquitoes living in.
The fruits are only the very expensive organically-grown ones:
It is the solely for the rich to have!
My home ,my country!
I hope you become beautiful.
Like a young girl,
Wearing a full-length dress,
Coming towards me.
I will present you a bunch of flowers,
I want you become the most wonderful wide in the world!