Trip Vol.#1

There was a place in others’ mouth, amazing, busy, bustling,

and I wanted to reach there, to feel, to experience, to praise.

Lived up to my wish, I stood in the busiest region of that place decades ago.

Never had seen such scene before.

I was the person in Skrik, the magnificence of the city broke my thought;

I was the pithecanthropus being stimulated, the skyscrapers whetted my desire to climb;

I was the bathypelagicfish being captured, the lamplight of nights stirred my eyes;

I was the member of Waorani tribe, the gorgeous clothes aroused my pursue of beauty.

The sun reflected the futuristic sense of buildings; the buildings set off people’s sense of superior.

That was Shanghai, everything seemed to be perfect, beautifully packaged.

However, was it?

Trip Vol.#2

Surrounded by tons of packages, seeing outside changed gradually from mountains to plain,

I was on my trip of settling down in that perfect place, Shanghai.

Not surprisingly, I was arranged to study in a primary school, large, advanced.

First day in school, I was well dressed, trying to show the best me.

Classmates’ eyes were all on me, and my eyes were on them, too.

They were well dressed too, more well-dressed than me, much more.

They were elegant, I thought. I didn’t notice their wired eye since a new classmate worth attention.

Second day in school, I gave up to get well dressed. Instead was the ordinary t-shirt and pans.

My classmates were still elegant, sit straightly.

When I stepped into the classroom, eyes were on my again.

After some of them saw me, laughing appeared, both loud and quiet.

Was it my problem? Probably, since I wore a t-shirt with such an idiot cartoon figure on it.

How could they understand the naive taste that I had?

They were primary school students, GRADE FIVE, cartoon was already outdated for them.

Third day in school, I gave up to care about clothes.

However, I noticed that they were not only so mature, but also so talented.

I had Chinese accent when pronouncing English since I was only an ordinary Grade Five student.

I didn’t know if I was called by random to read the book in class,

but I knew that my classmates’ eyes were on me again. This time, I didn’t need to look at their reaction.

I knew it so well that I was so poor at English,

and they were much better than me in pronunciation—They were in GRADE FIVE!

Not surprisingly, laughter came afterwards, both loud and quiet.

Then were the fourth day, the fifth day…….being targeted, being isolated

It was the place that I dreamed, admired. Everything seemed to be perfect, beautifully packaged.

Maybe it was the problem of myself, or the place I born had influences.

Still, no one helped me, and no one even wanted to point out my problems, including my teachers.

How could I be as smart as Einstein, as elegant as a Queen. I couldn’t, so it was reasonable:

how could I be on the same side with those mature, elegant people.

Trip Vol.#3

On a trip to see my cousin,

Passionate about nothing but her two cute Border Collies.

Another normal visit, I believe.

The doorbell rings, and I hear my cousin’s greeting with a happy voice.

She calls the person sister,

That’s wired, I’ve never heard so before.

I sit on the sofa, caring nothing about my posture,

Eating snacks, watching shows.

Without a reason, she comes, and sit directly in front of me.

With a voice that I would never forget, she says Hi to me.

I’m confused, panic, shocked by her beauty,

In a quiet voice, I say Hi back.

Then, she leaves, without any evidence that shows she appears once.

I don’t except to see her again as it could be conclude totally as an accident in life.

Life is full of coincidence

By coincidence, my cousin, she, and me go skiing.

By coincidence, I see her struggling wearing equipments,

Tumbles down and stands up again.

She’s kinda cute, I believe.

By coincidence, we stand side by side on the conveyor belt,

Waiting for another round.

I take off my goggles, I look up, I shiver.

By coincidence, the light falls right on her.

She’s the pearl in the biggest tridacna,

Raising up to the surface, showing its treasure to the sun, reflecting the most gorgeous light.

No one, at least me, can refuse this attraction.

Her figure deeply roots in my mind for no reason.

I seek for reasons, I try to forget, I wish to meet her again.

I fail, I fail to reach any of my expectations.

I compromise, I compromise the reason is like the eighth unsolved mysteries of the world,

Even though she then disappears in my world,

Can’t find her in any world.

At least from the worlds that I’m familiar with.

Trip Vol.#4

So Long My Friend,

So Long My Stranger,

So Long My Sister,

So Long My Selena.

I’m deeply poisoned,

You stay in my mind,

Your angelic appearance is the world's biggest shining pearl for me,

And I wish that only exist for me;

I’m deeply poisoned,

Your voice surround,

You make the simplest greeting the most precious treasure,

And I wish that only exist for me;

I’m deeply poisoned.

I wish to forget,

I eager to escape.

So pathetic,

I know that was the first and final encounter,

I know for you, I’m just a stranger,

At most, a stranger who accompany you for a week,

Completely neglectable.

So pathetic, even though,

I can’t accept a world without your back,

I’m afraid to have your shadow disappear in my world,

Though it’s just a week, but it’s the most valuable week,

I’m so sure.

So pathetic, at last,

I try to forget,

But I can’t, no matter how.

I’m fortunate, I believe,

That I have someone in my heart,

Protect me from those complex, painful love lives.

Still, I’m unfortunate,

That I’m already in pain,

painful all the time because of the cruel reality,

That I can never meet you again.

I want to experience love lives,

But I can’t……

I don’t have the chance.

Trip Vol.#5

I wish there’s no light,

No one can see anything,

And I can cast off my disguise.

Under light, I’m so tired,

Tired of acting normal,

Tired of acting positive,

Tired of acting tough.

I was looked down upon by them,

Those elegant students,

I am looked down upon by myself:

I’m a coward, even dare not to take a little step.

Things change now,

I pretend to be elegant, neat, positive, confident.

Indeed, I become more popular

Among classmates, among girls.

I wish there’s no light,

No longer being normal, no longer being positive, no longer being tough

And say:

If like me, first take my desperation, and don’t take it as my self-abasement.