原创诗两首:1.春日 2. 二中宿舍

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Spring Day

In the spring evening children bike through the street, 

Violet rays rain down transforming green into blue; 

Beneath the tall regal trees light and shadows meet, 

Birds chirping on thin branches spring never so true. 

The voices of children bickering over a small thing, 

Mischief dancing across eyes laughter flying high; 

The color of the sun mixed with gentle bells ringing, 

A girl points towards a bush smile looking so wry. 

A part of me wants to run down stairs and get out of the house, 

I want to join them feeling all their happiness joining in the fun; 

But I am not a small sprout instead I’m a girl in a white blouse, 

I am no longer so young and ignorant I have no time to run. 

Wind sweeps over treetops causing leaves to rustle, 

Warmth seeps into my skin traveling into my bones; 

Old buildings decades old are surrounded by bustle, 

Fingers over the keyboard playing spring’s tones. 

Gradually and unnoticed oh have the trees greened, 

Staying at home watching slowly as the world evolves; 

On the ground among grass oh the nuts we gleaned, 

The problem of feeling the cold spring slowly solves. 

Swings swaying back and forth children on the seat, 

Everything growing and sprouting life spreading within; 

In such times should we work to achieve a grand feat, 

Standing in the air and in triumph proudly lifting my chin.

#美丽的二中校园（7）
小鸟和宿舍

Campus-7
In the back of the campus dormitories there’re no residents,
Short white buildings cast shadows on to the ground;
Grass sprout from in light always sucking in nutrients,
There is no usual hustle and bustle not even a sound.

From a hidden side entrance up the stairs I ascend,
White walls and marble tiles so gloomy and so grey;
A kettle empty and silent with no one to which to tend,
Dust flaking off the brass doors not even like May.

When people were inside filling the hall with conversation,
The warmth of camaraderie shattered the previous gloom;
Sayings behind the windows giving off the academic sensation,
Two double-deckers side by side set in the simple room.

I can almost imagine what they would be like fully occupied,
Male students bumping into each other competing to the restroom;
Shoes thrown about under the bed messy and shoelaces untied,
People pumping up the atmosphere even as overhead tests loom.

Outside beside the delicate wooden bridge a bird jumps about,
Its beak trails a line in the water little wings fluttering with velocity;
It hesitates at the edge of the planks unsure about the right route,
Spring sinks deep into the soil in every part of the small city.

Water splashes about landing deep inside my tender heart,
Landing in its hard core stirring up a whirlwind of emotions;
A time for peace and hope and a new journey to start,
A glass of green tea summoned with a few hand motions.