Poems from Silverwinds
An elegant rose, must wither and die
A sculptor's masterpiece will weather away
Beauty does not last
All things have a beginning and an...
A memory
of the placid jungle stream
filled with silvery fish
of the flutter of butterfly wings against the lush green of the forest
of...
“我是美國人"
“I am American.”
This statement caused a stunned silence in my Chinese class.
My teacher laughed and said,
“你是美國人, 可是你應該說, ‘我是中國人...