The mirror wave of the lake tickles;
a heart beckon stillness and forgiving.
What would i recieve,
if silence comforts my empty soul,
with thoughts of you.
From big to small, small to big.
They can make my pen ache my moral.
Those i have hurt, and I am hurt;
Seems like a useful waste.
Trash my intellect to normal.
Only kids laugh with imitation,
how love fishing is a magical performance.
As long as the words are certain.

尋我

鏡波湖水漣定心
何處能受方一空
大小苦處回智竿
泙里嘻兒學無疑。