<>winter</P>
<>winter is even better<BR>wind sometimes bitter<BR>road face is dry and blue white<BR>dust is blowed far away<BR>trees with no leaves left<BR>only sticks and trunks in the mist<BR>all is the bleak scene <BR>but the view is wide and clear</P>
<>half of the people hide at home<BR>with thick coats and eyes deep<BR>I'm growing thinner<BR>finger joints protrude under the skin<BR>episodes of back pain like sparks<BR>inspire my gloom mood<BR>the woman next to me <BR>binds her long hair with a red string<BR>puts on a pair of black cotton glove<BR>and then makes a long loud yawn<BR>outside the bus window<BR>strangers in a hurry <BR>it is a busy world driven by fuel<BR>of oil and coal<BR>forgive me <BR>I'm just a little reminiscent</P>
<>today is the January the first<BR>there are many lovers getting married<BR>and now I'm leaving for my cousin's wedding<BR>the course from city to countryside <BR>will take two hours at least<BR>so it is enough for me<BR>to weave a story round the conversation<BR>with a girl last week<BR>it was about a classmate of her childhood<BR>who was born with congenital heart disease<BR>"her lips are always purple."<BR>"her parents brought her a brother <BR>when they were told she would die someday <BR>sooner or later by the doctor"<BR>"so she was left to her poor grandma until now"<BR>"she had three abortion and now looks like an old man<BR>although just 21 years old"</P>