Poems from Tom Meng
My garden
My garden,
In the air, in the distance, in the flow of mortal encounter,
an elegant, persevering flower...
Dear strangers
“Excuse me，Which way to x street？”
I ask pass-by pedestrians ，politely，
He/She ignores...
I ♥ literature
Literature is–
As vast as the sea，I can only take a scoop of sip;
As wide as...
Hometown
Spring was not silent，In early 1950s，
Bird humming，water buffalo whispering in the pond，
Flowers...
Giant Christmas tree
The giant called Norwegian spruce，
90 year’s old，85 feet high，and 13 tons weight，...