I was really amazed by the youg guys' talent. We always think they have already lost their creativity and imagination. In the following poems , their inspiration, passion, wisdom, and the sudden sparkle from their mind really overwhelmed me. After reading them, I even developed a sense of inferiority. It’s actually we adults that have already lost that sensitivity towards life and that intellectual power which have been transformed into what I call snobbish sobriety towards mundane affairs!

I was rich, if not in money,                       Girlfriend

In sunny hours and summer days.                     Beautiful, lovely       

So don’t stand in someone else’s shadow when    smiling, winking, breathing

It’s your sunlight that should lead the way           She always belongs to

Feel the calmness on a quiet sunny day                      me

Pick some flowers and appreciate the beauty of nature             

Actually, life is better than it seems                        

                                      Tears  happiness

Among the crowds of people            smiles sadness

We met, by chance                           quarreled frightened

Among the crowds of people            running playing jumping            

We knew each other                               my soul mate

One day, we fly to different places                               

Looking for our own dreams           Three points make a life

So friends                                       Start from bedroom

Wish you a beautiful life                     Eat at dining room

                                                 Study at classroom

I know you are angry,                          End in bedroom

I know you don’t care                          

But for me…                                     Day after day

One year, two years, three years…           night after night

Ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years,   say good night

Though spending permanent time waiting,        again and again

I just want to see you again                  

                                     Birth

Lost time is never found again               easy

No pleasure without pain                  stay alive

I hope yesterday once more              easy

Because I left my heard                   life

In Rome                                   not easy

Never                               The sun is shining

Tears, bruise                       You are listening

Sadly, lonely, silly                And I’m thinking

All we should treasure          What am I doing?

ever

I’m rich                                          Hair, hair, hair.

I am content with whatever I have           I’m proud of my hair.

You’re poor                                      Everyone should have hair

You always want more                          If we don’t have hair

                                           We will be bare

Friendship                                      

Happiness, fun                                 Hey pretty girl

Moon, stars, sun                            don’t fly

Without you and me                       with a silly lie

 Gone                                      or I’ll cry!

Youth                                          The silent rain

Gorgeous, brief                                drop from the sky

Crying, smiling, striving                      like the tears

While we looking back                   of two friends

Blooming                                      divided

When sorrow disturbs you       I love you, mum, however talkative you are

Say hello                        I love you dad, however strict you are

And let it go                    I love you, friends, despite an argument we have

When happiness comes to you   I love you, strangers, despite I never know who you are

“nice to meet you”                I’ll share a flower with you

And free your soul                clean and white, clear and bright

                                  Release the fragrance to you