A short mid-autumn poem
Suppose tonight the moon shall shine the brightest,
Grand feast, beautiful lanterns everywhere,
Yet the overzealous cloud bore too heavy a weight,
And dampened the earth and its spirit.
Oh well... I guess it's in the blood. Chinese scholars like to recite poems during Mid-Autumn festival.
Grand feast, beautiful lanterns everywhere,
Yet the overzealous cloud bore too heavy a weight,
And dampened the earth and its spirit.
Oh well... I guess it's in the blood. Chinese scholars like to recite poems during Mid-Autumn festival.
posted at 11:01 PM
2 Comments:
Did u write that yourself? Impressive... =)
Yep, wrote by yours truly. Have to practise more with poems because I can't sing. Or else the girls wouldn't be impressed. LOL. Jk
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