Two poems in Shanghai
Beautiful girls wearing silk socks and throwing off sanders are fitting themselves at the shopping mall.Who is running a BMW in the busy street?
The currently empire is too old to collect beauty to enrich his palace,as a result,so many nice faces are becoming a disaster in the street.
The second The tree in front of a building is getting colder and colder at night.Autumn wind is making noise with a lake at some where.
No dawn is coming earlier than east,but my dream still stick me to my hometown fuzzily.