pursue a dream in one afternoon for the beauty of the eyes

• Beach breeze in the drizzle
  Slowly lowered, then
  Lay down below
  Shrimp pine trees
  

Then vanish in the direction
Rusty bamboo huts
No roof on the shoreline

• This dusk ..
  Nothing romantic or fanciful
  Into the frozen imagination
  And hold the day buried silently

This beach has been quiet ..
Only shrimp pine fir ..
Only drizzle that does not go away
Not into heavy rain

• Something's changed
  This beach Change her to be shady, green
  And in some corners of grassland
  There are pine shrimp, fishing boats
  Which I had not seen ten years ago
  This is a memorable beach
  

In the past I often see a green stretch of rice fields overlay the sky
jealousy right rice field, middle of river
Among the mountains the sun rises shyly

• But where to go now?
  The muddy brown ground puzzle every time it rains Now my land
  colored ash
  I look for muddy land for a long time

But why now does not appear?
The towering springs of life
Being home to much of God's work now
the color is not green and shade
Stay high but lots of windows, lots of lights

• How did it happen?
  Frequent floods, frequent landslides
  In the west there is a fuming smoke to make the neighbors

Unlike
the motherland just sobbed but not shy
Unfortunately the motherland is not sad now
Bear the pain while he stumbles
All naughty kids
Let scolded but never deterrent