Realistic

Someone hate realistic,
Someone love it.
I hate it
Because realistic is
Very evil
And even cruel.
Just like my siblings passed away.
I really wish that this kind of things
Will not happen again & again.
 
But,if I think positive,
I'm extremely sure that
I will love realistic ONE DAY-but not now.

Close My Eyes

''I close my eyes...And I can see a better day''
After listening this song,
I fell asleep soundly.
When I close my eyes,
I will smile broadly.
I always dream about
Wonderful things.
So beautiful...
So meaningful...
And so awesome...
I love the feelings of
Dreaming.
But,when I opened my eyes
I'm back to REALISTIC!

A poem to Dad

The rhyme of “ Dad”

Is same with “ Bad”.

Some children say their dads

Are bad,

But, actually, their dads

Are not bad.

Every dad loves their children

More than themselves.

Just like my dad,

He is a good person.

He always buys things for my sister and me.

But, if you check his cardboard,

His clothes are worn-out.

He only buys clothes

When the malls have “Jumbo Sales”.

I know he is not a scrooge.

He only wants to save money for us.

His humour makes us cheerful.

His love makes us warm.

His care makes us healthy.

His ethics make us confidence

To face the FUTURE!

I can’t express my feelings,

But, I can say:

“Although he is not rich,

Although he is not perfect,

But, he will always be my Noble Dad!”

                    

The wind was strong this morning.

The wind was strong this morning.

I stood at the window to look at the scenery.

Wow,it was beautiful!

The fresh air was fresh.

I saw many natural things.

The strong wind blew,the flower danced.

I felt that Chinese New Year 

Was around the corner.

A flock of birds were chipping and singing sweetly.

They were just like a band of musician.

I revel in the symphonic music.

I couldn't describe this view,

But I know it was wonderful.

I love nature very much!

When I woke up,the time was already 7 o'clock.

OH MY GOD,I was late today!

She slapped me...

  Oh my!She slapped me.I had five fingers mark on my face.I was very sad and angry.She slapped me hardly.I couldn't describe the pain.She slapped me because of my mistake...because of my stubborn attitude.This incident  had repeated so many times.I hated it and then I cried bitterly.It seemed unnecessary.This person is my greatest mother.Now,I understand why she slapped me.She let me face the future confidently.THANKS,mum!

Glasses

  Hi,glasses!How are you now?I know you are busy.Many people put you on right.I can see you everywhere.I'm sure you are excited about it.You are efficient,effective and let the economy better.Actually,I also wear you too.You help me to see the blackboard clearly.I just want to say:''You are extremely useful to us!''

My dream car

  Everyone has their dream car right.Nowadays,technology is very advanced.So,I dream that I can invent my own car.I wish my dream car is blue in color.Then,it is a sport car,such as Ferrari.The dream car is used water to operate.If I have the ability,I will invent the car that has a pair of white wings and it can also fly to space.This will help me gain knowledge of solar system.I wish this dream can come true in future.

Sour plum

A smooth skin,

A single hard stone,

A small-medium-sized

Round or oval fruit

Called sour plum.

Fiona is my friend.

She loved to eat

Sour plum

Because she loved

Sour.

Beryl and Jocelyn

Were best friends.

They were inseparable

As body and shadow.

Among them,

Jocelyn was

Top in studies

And piano.

They often revised

Their work together.

During weekends,

They visited their

Clandestine Place.

It's so beautiful 

That they named ther 

''Paradise''.

Years passed,

Second keeps on running 

Without taking a rest.

Yesterday,

She went to ''Paradise''

With me.

Eye drops fell from her eyes when...

Last year,

Jocelyn,Beryl and Fiona

Promised to go to 

''Paradise'' together.

Fiona was late.

She rushed to the destination.

When she was crossing the road,

Jocelyn pushed her.

Fiona fell onto the road.

''Bang''

A loud sound came 

From back.

Fiona saw Jocelyn lying

On the ground.

Her blood...

She had passed away.

From that day onwards,

Beryl hated Fiona

Very much.

Although I consoled her,

But she still felt 

Self-accusation.

Her feelings was

As sour as a

Sour plum.

She dared not 

EAT IT AGAIN!

A family gathering

There are many people,

Crowded.

Sad 

Or even no feeling

On their faces.

They were looking at 

The coffin.

Eye drops fell from 

My eyes.

That day,

At her funeral.

I wondered 

Why humans

Regretted 

Until they lost it?

Why couldn't they 

Cherish and 

Treasure it

Before losing it.

I wondered why...

I really...

Really hate this kind of 

Family gathering.

I wish 

This gathering

Will not happen

Again.

Ever and 

Ever!