Gliding under my way, the 500-acre softy lake shows a round cloudy sky.
“A burning phoenix shall leap out.” My elegant kindred-spirit chuckles, “From where?”
Falling prostrate in both ears, the bluish hills shrouded with freezing fog roll forward, wring our journey ahead to a thin strip.
“Anywhere!” I flop down on the lotus-leaf boat, frustrated and fatigued.
Cause a shooter with constant emerging ideas can never hit the bull’s-eye, only touching my smooth tassel of Chinese knot can calm me down ephemerally.
Gloaming like layers of skinny wave, my friend breaks off a reed and simply knits it. Shortly I’m surprised to see a red dragonfly spiraling up from his fingertips.
Its wings squeeze the whole night into a thin strip.
Dawn nibbles fluctuating mountains. I readily blow another reed to attract the dragonfly. Soon it drags our peltate boat to the center of lake instead.
Cause a center of powerful man disdains to act evilly in collusion with left or right, only stepping outward can lay the boat under miscellaneous starlight durably.
“Here I stand！” I break off a closed lotus bud, ingenious and indifferent.
Giving way for early birds, the dragonfly falls and kisses the bud condensed yellowish, then the thin strip breaks asunder.
“My wings shall burn like resplendent fireworks,” I murmur alone, roots a secret wish in heart, “for jumping.“
Sailing ahead my way, the circular cloudy sky mirrors a boundless softy lake.