Preparation for the First Exam in College

There is nothing left in my right brain, 

and there is nothing right in my left brain.

Murmuring, in a slightly sad Autumn day.

O leaf fell to kiss her lover--shadow,

as serene as a knife cut into a blooding heart.

"O bird, fly through me, and you can see the pure sunshine."

"O mist, but the sun has already dispersed thee."

So, are the sporadic clouds thy sheeney tears?

Is it an anthem that I heard?

When the beads of dew still clung to the roses, 

benevolent stars were falling downward to thy dream.

Yes, as if the jasmine rejuvenate to be a bud again,

I am murmuring as a slightly pensive bride of the Autumn.

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It seems that I am addicted to stray birds

But my style is completely different with Tagore's which is sheeney and warm.

Instead, my "specimen" is blink and childish...

Oh no, who can save my desperate soul? - -

OK,wo nao can le, bu yao li wo...

A unrenowned poem which I admired a lot-"Autumn Whispers"

Autumn Whispers

Dream a little dream of me 

Stars shinning above you
Nights breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me 

Can't help falling in love 
like a flows surely to the sea darling so it goes
some thing are meant to be 
take my hand take my whole life too
for I can't help falling love with you

If you love me, really love me 
If it seems that everything is lost 
I wiil smile and never rount the cost
If you love me ,really love me 
let it happen darling
I won't care
shall I catch a shooting star 
shall I bring it where you are
If you want me to 
I will

Dream a little dream of me 
Stars shinning above you
Nights breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me