Green Ocean

The forest is beautiful,

As a green ocean.

A forest is many plants and animals,

Hey! People, stop deforestation.

 

In the forest,

There is a deer.

He is a runner, but now he has a fear,

And he won’t run like wind because of human activating.

 

You can hear the animals singing there,

A forest is as warm as a home.

Many animals are living here,

Destroy their home, many cannot survive.

 

In the forest,

There are soils.

He has a wish,

And he wants to be moist by protection from sun-blocking.

 

We can see the tree standing there,

A forest is as smart as a machine.

Many trees are working here,

Impede their work, many become barren.

 

To protect our forest,

Avoid global warming, and turns the forest into a desert.

Animals will become more beautiful,

Our life will become more wonderful.

 

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Hometown

When we were a child,

The days are full of happiness.

Innocent face,

Won’t see a trace of confusion.

When we were a young chick,

It’s like poking out the eggshell.

The chaotic world is broken,

Come to another strange eggshell.

 

Start one’s slow journey in life,

Just discovered,

Here, have the day, night, sunshine, and rain

Here, have the cold, warm, despised, and obey

Slowly we are growing,

Learn to walk, run, sing, and dance.

Gradually we are knowing,

Friendship, hatred, gratitude, kindness, and evil.

 

We are like the eagle on the snowy mountain.

One day I will leave the nest and fly to the blue sky.

We are like wild horses on the plateau.

One day I will be galloping in the endless grasslands.

When our little hand, loosen the mother’s big hand.

When our arms can pick up the bags.

We will stay away from this homeland,

With an memory and gratitude to her.

 

This familiar place,

Is my hometown.

Wherever I go, I won’t forget to come back.

The pace of time, such a hurry,

Everything was such a deep love.

Hometown, the feelings in my heart,

Hometown, the love in my heart,

Hometown, you’re always in my heart.

 

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Girl in Fishing Village

In the morning of the fishing village,

Shrouded in a faint morning fog.

The girl in the fishing village puts a warm dream,

Left to the millennium alley,

Rugged cold slate.

 

She shakes the boat,

To the place where the sun rises.

Morning wind blew up her apron,

Long hair braids like seaweed in the water,

Wake up the sweet sleeping villager.

 

She is like a petrel,

Float over the vast sea.

The breeze blew gently,

The waves beat the ship’s side,

She has no regrets but a diligent and kind virtue.

 

She is the daughter of the sea,

The sea gives her endless wealth.

She worked diligently and quietly,

Like a little bee in the flowers,

Day after day, year after year, wandering in the river.

 

Only work will make her out of the village, away from poverty,

Oh! A great woman.

Be proud of you,

Be shout of you,

Be brave enough to hold up half of your life.

 

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