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Drifting in spring; Drifting in Beijing; Drifting in passions!
 
分享去年此時到北京訪察環境的散記,是一篇不詩不文的...,
此後,我便決定移民到人生地不熟的北京去追尋我的理想.

<Drifting in spring; Drifting in Beijing; Drifting in passions!>

I went to BJ in February.
I went there in April again.

During the wintry February, I was snowed in xenodochium under the long-wall gate.
During the spring April, I was whiting by the willowing velvet osier on the Sakura east road.
I was inspired by every self-exiling in different cities.

Magnetize to this ancient city’s multiplicity and reviviscence.
Magnetize to the fusion of consanguinity and cultivation.
Magnetize to the regeneration of communism monde.
Magnetize to gallantry and charity of strong arm and imprisonment.

I am a friend of an exilic muse who let me visit his family.
I am an experienced investor that is no right to have a negative outlook on this market.
I am a female cherry blossom who piercing the animosity of Chino-Japanese screen.
I am a booby of the literature who glomming a poet’s soul.

“Don’t cry! Don’t cry!” is the consolation from Prof. Afaa before I leave.
Let me in anticipation of his poem for the feeling secret night.
“In no hurry to leave.” is the detention of the luscious bub in BJ.
He granted me to use his internet any time and be with me longer.
“Take care and keep in touch with E-mail.”is Beitar’s sendoff.
All still left me in tears.

I reminisce about the diffidence poet Forefinger with hoary hair and fading jacket.
I reminisce about the hero Xiabo who is house arrested both body and soul.
I reminisce about the pilgarlic director Ju-jang singing his touching poem “Uncle”.
I reminisce about the Hedachen sharking within Jazz band and Saxphone.
I reminisce about the painter Yang-li saying the pollutive terra firma within facies.

The outre fresh poet obscured the mistiness let my heart in astonishment.
The middle-ager was saying the conventional watchword makes me sick.
The poem recitation party in German embassy same as a behavioral play.
The poem recitation party in BJ U. was saying the wants for might and lucre.
798 had old in days of old. San-li-ten not only in length of 3 miles.
“Specter street” always full of winebibber ,belly-god and outlander.

Finally, I was tearing.
The tear was ceaselessly running out of my nose.
Because…, I have connate hypersensitivity.
Without home maybe I will bring on asthma.
Good-bye to my fancy BJ.


 
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