Long forgotten the beauty of the world

Our international correspondent Quintus sends us aesthetic poetic images from Shanghai.

By Quintus Ni

Long forgotten the beauty of the world
A piece of emerald falling into the lake
The trembling lake was at a loss
On this rainy afternoon

You come, it stops
It’s green and there’s a little commotion
Feeling of summer, enjoying the cool in this emerald park
Raindrops falling into the lake, children playing with umbrellas in their hands

Clouds cover the green and astringent mountains in the distance
Making coffee, egrets beat the dusk sky
I can’t remember how many fish there are in the lake
How beautiful are the flowers in the four seasons? How fragrant are the water lilies
under the bridge.

Your neck is still a touch of verdant, is indifferent emerald, I skimmed the light and
shadow of the wall, quietly disappeared, no longer sorry. When the moonlight slowly
spread out the palm, the darkness is still so warm, the night is so soft.

If one day can remember, true still, can learn from the sun and the moon, just walk on
the street, is empty, do not look back on the past, also do not stay in the heart. Only a
curtain of bleak wind, and cover the heart of the slender hands.

Aesthetic Editor: Elizabeth Shay