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Poetry A close touch ----Xin Zhang (Feb. 3rd, 2003) Roaming in my mind, Feeling the fog¡¯s white, I¡¯m jogging off the track.
Standing on the grass, Tasting the fresh, I never get my brains and heart so relaxed.
Shoes are getting wet, Thoughts are going wild, I feel like flying in the sky.
Birds are singing quietly, Winds stop to have a rest, And so does the time.
Closing my eyes, Dissolving in the vast, I forget my way back. ¡¡ |