Yesterday
I’m from front and back lake
Surround by straight bamboo that build up a wall
Save children, mother, and father’s life.
They still ready to escapes when the battle ships are fighting in the front river.
I’m from a clear night
Surround by secret talk in the bamboo, mystery sky knights.
It is a green tree
Watching the growing of leaves and counting one, two, three.
I’m from a mile farmland
Surround by small fishes, quiet weather.
From a fat little moil
Bit your butt whilst you draw a straw form my soil.
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