Nature and I  --  Oct 13 2006

Morning greens subtly rustle
In frost, dry leaves in wind sizzle
In this mixed noisy silence
Further in the time than the night
The only absolute absence

I need the sound assistance
To erase this quiet remembrance
The arid browny emptiness
Fill up roads ‘n hang on the poles
The sore and yet happiness

Fresh dew feeds the deadness
In mist came the clear vagueness
In the mere mutual balance
Tilting keys of majors and minors
The soft melodic parlance

I need the fair prudence
To enclose this spacious distance
The bosom peer harmony
Play the tune of blue in Danube
The accord notes and symphony

The sun brightens the autumn chilly
In light sheds its merciless heavy
In my sheer ladylike grace
Exerting the plough ‘n more of my all
The perseverance to embrace

I need a writer’s phrases
To toss away clumsy praises
The untold reverence crescendo
Embed in prelude somehow perdue
The flow from violin to cello

The moon remain as a solo
In dark tears its isolate hollow
In brutal became disrepair
Beyond the tools and the sooth
The violence grays my hair

[ Last edited by Rhapsody on 2006-10-19 at 12:32 PM ]

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Originally posted by Rhapsody at 2006-10-14 01:15 PM:
... I need the sound assistance
To erase this quiet remembrance
...

Rhapsody,nice to read ur 'Nature and I ' at midnight (0:20AM Beijing time).

U know Ms dimple is not good command of English and beyond for me to express feeling well with a short and meaningful poem.
U r a good writer frankly, and also a nice lady with kinda of special elegance who has the good taste to enjoy all beauty in the Nature.

U said 'I need a writer’s phrases  
To toss away clumsy praises'

I cannot let u know how much I admire u as I can with my limited words,but I try to tell u here:

The sun brightens the autumn chilly
And Rhapsody has seeded the seed of poem in my barren :clapping:


U said 'I need the sound assistance
To erase this quiet remembrance'

Then Dimple upload a piece of music to share...
[mp3]http://www.cqphoto.net/ftp/openwater/Narcissu_flower_opens.mp3[/mp3]
Hope u a happy mood!

     Have no choice but face the destiny,
　　what can be seen is a illusion of fantasy.

　　So cold shadows of late autumn,

　　reflect on soul-mask darkly.

　　Can you remember the fadeless flower,

　　red rose combines us together?

　　Is it still there,

　　with familiar color?

认真地拜读了, SIS!  Recollections of the past often  bring us a mixed feeling.  We always have nature as the best witness of all we have gone through or pulled through. Thats why we find her as our best listener too. She is capable of integrating   our happiness, sadness, loneliness and bitterness into her composite elements: the full moon , the booming flowers, the falling leaves , the rainy nights ....All can symbolize the kind of spirits we are in.
Sis, It is such a beautiufl poem! Hope to read more by you.

品尝中。。。。。。 味道丰富！

:clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping:

Rhapsody都光临本论坛发贴了，顶一个。

引用:

Originally posted by dimple8899 at 2006-10-15 12:26 AM:




Rhapsody,nice to read ur 'Nature and I ' at midnight (0:20AM Beijing time).

U know Ms dimple is not good command of English and beyond for me to express feeling well with a short and me ...

so sweet, my girl~
my honey, my pearl

Next time, let me read your poem, everyone would enjoy your sweetness in this forum!

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Originally posted by Anyway3721 at 2006-10-15 01:05 AM:

     Have no choice but face the destiny,
　　what can be seen is a illusion of fantasy.

　　So cold shadows of late autumn,

　　reflect on soul-mask darkly.

　　Can you reme ...

No choice on the path of this one way road
illusions and delusions frantically take the leading role

shadow and hollow, irradiated and illuminated
is the mask of soul in the deep black hole
cheating is the rememory, left behind the glow
roses withered, autumn falls
yesterday remains, when the moon turns to bowl

[ Last edited by Rhapsody on 2006-10-18 at 03:20 PM ]

引用:

Originally posted by CountryWoman at 2006-10-15 01:18 AM:
认真地拜读了, SIS!  Recollections of the past often  bring us a mixed feeling.  We always have nature as the best witness of all we have gone through or pulled through. Thats why we find her as ou ...

The only possibility of your identity is ---- my sis!

Oh well, sth sweet, sth good, always remains as a fruit. All the happy time we shared, all the laughing and tears we cared. Sis, isn't it lucky to have this internet to connect you and me, to connect me and everyone here?

Appreciate everyone's reply to this post, indeed! That is what we call "understanding and sharing", right?

引用:

Originally posted by 肉丝琳娜 at 2006-10-15 08:21 PM:
品尝中。。。。。。 味道丰富！

:clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping:

味道嘛。。。。。。。我还是更喜欢炒肉丝！

nice to meet you, dear Rose!

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Originally posted by jessicauk at 2006-10-16 08:17 AM:
Rhapsody都光临本论坛发贴了，顶一个。

哎呀，地主这样盛情，我不好意思了。我的东西都“难产”，原来是你“顶”得啊！ 哈哈 ：）

期待更多的作品。

怀胎中。。。。LOL

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Originally posted by Rhapsody at 2006-10-19 12:37 PM:
怀胎中。。。。LOL

haha, sis, when's the baby due?

引用:

Originally posted by Rhapsody at 2006-10-18 03:32 PM:


哎呀，地主这样盛情，我不好意思了。我的东西都“难产”，原来是你“顶”得啊！ 哈哈 ：）

地主===富婆？~:D:thumbup::clapping:

Second Edtion

Nature and I

Morning greens subtly rustle
In frost, dry leaves in wind fizzle
In this mixed noisy silence
Further in the time than the night
The only one absolute absence

I need the sound for its assistance
To erase the forgettable remembrance
The arid browny emptiness
Fills up roads ‘n hangs on poles
The sore and happiness

Fresh dew feeds the deadness
In mist comes the clear vagueness
In the mere mutual balance
Adjusting keys of majors and minors
The soft melodic parlance

I need the fair prudence
To enclose this narrow distance
The bosom peer harmony
Plays the tune of blue in Danube
The accord notes and symphony

The sun brightens the autumn chilly
In mercilessness sheds its light heavy
In my sheer ladylike grace
Exerting the plough ‘n more of my all
The perseverance but to embrace

I need a writer’s phrases
To toss away the decrying praises
The untold reverence crescendo
Embed in prelude somehow perdue
The flow from violin to cello

The moon remains as a solo
In dark tears its substantial hollow
In brutal becomes disrepair
Beyond the tools and the sooth
The violence grays my hair