Along the path of poetry development, we em to have walked through anreat Wall--- a journey with flowers on the sides, so colorful and srant.
When we look baemories still linger although the resonance of the bell of history is being farther and farther. But the long-lost taste of poetry is there for us to discover. Whether the poems are flowery, or simplistic, or quiet or heart-quaking, they are just like ever-lasting stars, shining through all ages.
erhaps only passing travelers. Our footsteps might not be valuable enough to be left in the long corridor of history. But ohing is for sure, we learn a lot after every jourho priceless and marvelous treasures are like a stream flowing into every dried up er of our heart. We e the green of forest and its silent spreading, nding our hopes and dreams into the heaven of ideals,
On that land, flowers blossom, so does poetry.