My Girl

 

By Sun, Jiahong

 

I push open the thin fog

 

That smells like the fresh cut grass；

 

I am afraid to wake you

 

Who sleep in my blue heart.

 

 

I stare at a strand of warm wind

 

That has a supple and graceful bearing；

 

I would like to fondle it

 

Which is like your soft lips

 

and stretches in the mellow lighting.

 

 

 

I gingerly hold this night

 

That is suffused by the twilight;

 

I would like to make the heart-throbs

 

which belong to the first time.

 

 

Looking up at the starry sky,

 

I breathe softly with my heartbeats,

 

in never-ending line；

 

For oft, in this time,

 

I can’t wait to hug you

 

Who sink in my heart, lips and eyes.

 

 

2016级12班  孙家鸿