Jhon Wong

Jhon Wong Poems

總希望,
透過心靈的窗戶,
看自然的外界——
藍天,白雲,還有和煦的陽光
...

Because hereditary Castellan
Red wolf dressed in sheep's clothing
We want to tell and find tiny tip truth
It must have worked extremely hard, scary to climb
...

Developers are lions, wolves,
Hunting, they must maintain good territory.
Otherwise, you will not find food, they will starve;
Speculators just scavengers,
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Jhon Wong Biography

Hello, I am a student poets from mainland China, On the Chinese mainland newspapers and magazines published many poems, essays, short stories, Accessories and pasted up some of the poems, including memories of my youth, my view of the living environment, a number of short sentiment, thinking for life As I am from Red China, one without freedom and democracy, the kingdom of brainwashing education We've got the famous poets, writers and so on. Articles are written praise of the Communist Party, But I hate this practice. So I hope to contribute my work abroad. Previously due to network restrictions in mainland China (GREAT FIREWORK) , we have been unable landing sites abroad, to foreign published information, I recently through the efforts finally crossed the network restrictions, some of my work sent to you via e-mail Since my English is self-taught, all the Chinese poetry is my own translation into English. So he did not speak English grammar and English rhymes, So I will stick behind the original Chinese poetry in the English poetry)

The Best Poem Of Jhon Wong

鏡之殤(Shame Mirror)

總希望,
透過心靈的窗戶,
看自然的外界——
藍天,白雲,還有和煦的陽光
然而自從鍍上
薄薄的一層銀,
心靈之窗淪為鏡子,
任憑如何睜大了眼睛
看到的卻只有我們自己;
總希望,
透過心靈的窗戶,
看純真的社會——
樸實,無華,沒有虛偽的面具
然而自從染上
五顏六色的俗塵,
心靈之窗淪為萬花筒,
浮世裡眩暈的燈紅酒綠
愈發迷離了我們的眼睛。



Always hope,
Through the windows of the soul,
look natural world -
Blue sky, white clouds, and sunshine
However, since plating a
Thin layer of silver,
Window of the soul become a mirror,
No matter how stared
But see only ourselves;

Always hope,
Through the windows of the soul,
Look innocent social -
Simple, minimalist, no mask of hypocrisy
However, since infected
Colorful dust of lust,
Window of the soul become a kaleidoscope,
Ukiyo feasting in vertigo
Our eyes Increasingly blurred.

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