STOP WAR
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Hua was thinking about buying a big softshell turtle to cook for her husband Ping when she spotted a seafood stand full of dried fish maw. Approaching the stall, she found another woman of her age talking with the vendor while making her careful selections from the basket. moon park…
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Like more than 150 others, these love pieces are inspired by and thus devoted to my long-lost but recently refound first love known as Qi Hong.
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Ming was over the moon when he began to attend senior high school in New Rivermouth, the county seat of Songzi. For him, this school transfer meant nothing less than a dream come true. After years of hardships as a foster child in Lotus Village, he was finally able not…
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On the morning of October 28th, my brother drove us to Mayuhe, the forest farm on the southern bank of the Yangtze River where Hua and I worked as zhiqing (educated youths) towards the end of the âCultural Revolution.â Our purpose was to pay our tribute to the locality as…
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Ming never really liked his old man. He didnât know exactly why. While everyone he hang around with had something to brag about their fathersâŠ
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He doesnât know how curiosity can kill a cat, but heâs acutely aware how itâs killing himself. Ever since she first asked him What do you like me about? when they fell in love again after theyâd lost each other for nearly half a century, heâs been haunted by this…
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One again, he has fallen in love with her. There are as many reasons known as those unknown to him; for example, she somehow looks even more attractive than when he first met her forty two years ago; her personality remains just as sunny despite all the hardships of life…
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A nature poem
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You are sure that I have never really forgotten you. You Are sure about my teenage years. You know everything About âusâ then. You are sure âusâ is a little seed deeply Planted in the backyard of my heart when I de-parted
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5 Recent Poems
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Cage & Bird by Changming Yuan I am a cage, in search of a bird. — Kafka Wherever my mind flies, itâs stillConfinedTightly to this world, this very cage ofSensory & imaginative cells In other words, I is the cage, whileThe whole universe am a bird
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Morning Melody and other poems by Changming Yuan [morning melody] You might have stayed up All night, clicking at every link To your daydream, searching For a soulmate in the cyberspace You might have enjoyed an early dose Of original sin between sleep and wake Before packing up all your…