So Many Kinds of Music

There are so many kinds of music,

the melancholy kind touches people's heart,

silences the world, leaves only sorrow and a stream of tears.

There are so many kinds of music,

the delightful kind fills the family with laughter,

illuminates the world with sunshine, sung by the carefree wanderer.

There are so many kinds of music,

the dignified kind rings from the churches,

tranquilizes the world with its holy voice, unites all souls into one.

There are so many kinds of music,

the exciting kind ignites the crowd with explosive sounds,

sets the world on burning fire, the people dance and shout with the beat.

One will always get bored if one only listens to one kind of music,

the existence of happiness, sadness, excitement, solemnity and many more,

is what makes music so precious and meaningful.

The saxophone player

Your saxophone sounds like a melancholy angel speaking
right above the grey clouds
like the voice of a experienced adventurer
like a profound life lesson
like a beggar asking for rescue
like a preacher reading an
engaging book, like a mournful bird,
a soaring eagle
a lonely crow on the thin twig
a steady beating heart.
Like a homeless gypsy,
like the flash of the streetlight
like a old man with sliver beard,
an ancient treasure chest,
a family picture frame
like the magnificent sunset
like the glaring sun, gradually
descending down under the ocean surface
like the smooth lake
so tranquil,
like a delightful feast for the kings,
a towering tree rising up into the air,
a rusty car from the Victorian era,
like a scary pirate with a mouthful of yellow teeth
like a tyrant
like a slogan being chanted
like a desperate call,
a cup of bubbling beer,
like the sentimental singers releasing their anger,
like the shining gold, illuminating its holy light
like the sound that was left in my memory after I exited the auditorium,
inspired me with the phenomenal saxophone performance.

Buzzer beater

so much depends upon

a finally three-point shot

swished through the net

before the shot clock ends

Studying for the Exam

an orange book 

 laying on the desk,

the dim light

shining through the pages,

some abstract graphs 

printed like unknown puzzles,

studying AP economics

with uncertainty and hope.

To Miss Hancock

                                                 To My Favorite Teacher
Poem Assignment to "The Metaphor"

Miss Hancock, I love you so much.
You are a birthday cake you are a sparkling star.
Your sweetness opens people's heart,
Your engaging class makes people laugh.

I''m so sorry about the accident,
but I will still remember you as an enlightenment.
As people grow older,
they also grow colder.

If I ever had a chance to speak to you,
Thank you for your passion, and your selfless teaching.

Movie Review "The Pursuit of Happyness"

     "The Pursuit of Happyness" is a movie released in 2006 based on a real story of Chris Gardner's struggles in his early life. Chris Gardner currently is famous investor and entrepreneur, however, in his early adulthood he has faced many financial issues and became homeless because of that. This movie recorded this part of his life as he was a homeless salesman who had to find a job in a limited period of time.while taking care of his son Christopher. 

   This movie teaches me a very important life lesson that is whatever failures, frustrations, or setbacks people might experience in life, they should keep fighting and not give up, just like what Chris did. Life will always have up and downs. When people are in their darkest moment, when people got hit and think their never gonna get up, keep trying and never give in.

  I don't want to spoil anything, but this movie is a very enjoyable movie teaching people a valuable life lesson, fluently illustrate the story and motivates every one of us to start the pursuit of happiness.

What lead to the death of Bill?

                           What lead to the death of Bill?

                                     a poetic response to "The Sound of the Hollyhocks"

A handsome young man in a wealth family,

but his wife died in a ruefully tragedy.

A royal worker earns a plenty of salary,

but he doesn't get a feeling of accomplishment, unfortunately.

What a traumatic life he lives,

he doesn't even know who he really is.

"The Bitch of Belson" controls what he thinks.

and crazily alters his beliefs.

Who's fault is that?

Is  his mother who gives him desperation,

or is it himself, who could never make a decision.