Fashionable Like a Mop

Your hair looks like an old black blanket covering on your head.

Like someone poured a bottle of olive oil on you.

Like a half-opened curtain

Walking on the floor, like the 5-year-old mop.

A Halloween costume, an inferior wig.

A mountain with only but plenty bushes.

Like the willow in the winter time

Like a towel burning incompletely

Like a Maltese Dog swimming in well

Like the time when Robinson came back home

Like Spaghetti with curry, salad being fried

Like a crocodile in dress.

Like some over-cooked noodles.

Like the teddy bear abandoned

A sweater being ripped

An octopus lying on the head

Like hundreds of seaweed at the coast

Like thousands of black threads

Like the thing I see when I finished washing plates,

A dish mop with full of oil and Palmolive.

Stopping by flowers in a spring day

Whose flowers these are I think I know
His meticulous care of them sweeps through

He will not see me stopping
To watch his flowers sway around with blow

My intimate must think it surprising
To stop without a beer exciting

Between the flowers the the wide blue lake
The sweetest smelling of the spring.

He gives his watering pot a shake
To test if there is any mistake

The only other sound's the wave
Of wide lake and slight breeze make.

The flowers are lovely precious and brave
But I have reasons to leave

And keep going lake a slave
And keep going lake a slave

So much depends

So much depends
upon.

An aged gaunt
lady.

Gazing at a boy in
open-seat pants

In the faded
picture.

What I would do in the aftermath of the tragedy if I were the prince. (responding to the play Romeo and Juliet )

     If I were the king, first of all, in order to heal the pains of the deaths of the two families, I would hold a grand funeral for all of those people who died in this incident. During the funeral, I would command them to be peaceful and rational and do not make any bloody cases.

     Secondly, I would arrange a meeting for the two families and explain all the circumstances that happened at the past period of days, so that they are not going to fight with some extra misunderstandings. And I will publish the whole incidence in Verona with posters, so the residences can know what is exactly going on between the biggest two families. It is a good way to prevent the extensive fight because after the case get published, the citizens would know how miserable and cruel the hatred of foes are, so they would not be willing to be involved.        

        Last measure, which is the most important step is I will weaken the power of the noblemen as much as possible. They are spending lots money for distracting and comparing. They seem to have more power than others, so they can even fight in public despite the residences’ safety. And even made Verona’s ancient citizens cast by their grave-beseeming ornaments, pick up their sword again. I will appoint the normal people as managers and create a military which would be responsible for the maintenance of the security and peace in Verona. Don’t let the fight happen again unless they want to be captured by the armies.

      And I would write a book for the two gorgeous people – Romeo and Juliet. I would name the book “Romeo and Juliet”.

The newspaper assignment

My First Day of school

My first day of school.

 When darkness faded away.

When birdcall woke me up.

The new day started, as usual.

But I will never forget that day.

The day I first went to school…

 

It was a sunny day of the fall.

Everything seemed pleased and positive.

I fallowed my dad’s steps, jumped and sang happily.

Because I knew I will go to school.

Although it was just a kindergarten.

 

There were a lot of feelings in my heart.

I was curious, nervous and desired.

Looking at the elder guys playing on the ground.

Hoping I can join them.

 

Then I saw my first teacher in my life.

A young plump lady.

After a short introduction of each other, I had been a student of her.

 I let my dad go, tears had already in my eyes.

But I did not cry.

 

Class began. People sat on their own seat and chatted with each other.

Except me.

Things were the same at the break.

I watched them playing far away, hoping next class comes soon.

I was lonely, whole day.

 

“How was your school day?” dad asked me?

“great.” I answered.

 

 

What is Smartness

 

"It's better to be smarter than you appear than to appear smarter than you are."

What is Smartness?

 

Life is colorful.

Life is wonderful.

Life is huge.

Roles are different to each other, every one...

 

Every day I ask myself

What is my role, what should I be in my life?

Everyone has their own role.

Some people are lofty.

Some people are humble.

There is upper-class.

There is also lower- class.

What should I be?

                                                                                      

 



Smart?

Extremely, I want to be smart.

But what is a real smartness?

Is it knowledge or a good thinking?

I disagree...

I convince that it is "conceal your smartness".

 

 

                                                                                        

The highest trees in the forest would be destroyed first.
 

The smartest person in the group is always isolated.

Appearing smartness only gives you vanity.

Concealing smartness gives you a calm brain.

 

 









 

Being smarter than you appeared.

Though, the compliment got lost.

But the success get earned

Concealing smartness is an advanced knowledge

Concealing smartness is an advanced art.