Poem- Living In the past, I used to read a moving Chinese novel with same title. Now trying to express it a different way in poem,as well as practising, as follow: Living Dusty grains are untold In the sanguining mundane world At noon, foehn air distorted A sand clock seems as if water that's rough To its narrow tunnel of cough Before a quiescence, slowly through And somehow, ye may see the penumbra of a fly Veiling the cheeks in the sky But a split second, blazing suns from the sky Coming into compound eyes of a fly Then awhile the sea mirage is melting In extremity, as the fairy's eyes are weeping Echoing, an immortal song was being sung, "Rains to all breeding, A fly is eating, A toad is eating, A rat is eating, A cat is eating....."