I owe Chunhua a poem (Part 2): Arabian Mother-in-law
Wentu/Yi Han
Lush oases sprawl endlessly
The stars prostrate themselves and play in the greenery
The blue language of the stars bloomed in the sky
Fluttering with clear blue eyes
Dancing among the green leaves
I was caught in a whirlpool of deep blue dreams
The whole world is dyed blue
Pure and deep blue eyes
at the closest distance to the dirt
Play the music of spring with your thoughts
The blue star petals are as soft as silk
Blue smiles hugged me
The dancing of the Arab mother-in-law
This lush oasis is timeless and picturesque
Bright colors are like lights in the dark
Present me with a blue sea and starry sky
The leaves and flowers are intertwined and dance with the stars
Blue flames smiling in the sun
Filled with petite figures and soothing veins
2024/04/10
Arab Mother-in-law
Like stars
You fall on your prostrate feet and bloom in the green grass
I leaned over to take a closer look, you
Open a deep blue sea
No, you are the real stars
Smile in the sun, full of greenery
Soothing veins and petite figures
The dew traces the gentle crooks of your brows
You are quietly open
Accompanied by a silent waiting
A smile is wrapped around a clear bond
Playing spring with thoughts
Strings that whisper sonata
I fell into the tenderness of this spring
Fall into the beauty of the blossoms