Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Self-publishing project


    For my self-publishing project, I wrote the poem about my trip under the Rocky mountains. I was impressed by the beautiful landscapes during the trip. So I wrote the poem to express my love to the envrionment and encourage people to having a wonderful trip along the Rocky Mountains.

    The pictures are all taken by me while we were travlling. The tall mountains, blue lakes, lush forests, glaciers all became the important features in my poem.

    First, I printed about 100 pieces of my poems. Then, I showed poems to some neighbors. I also put some poems under the doors of my neighborhood and on people's cars. I went to the UBC Campus to share my poems to. I stick my poems on the notice-board and on the door of some buildings. I posted my poem on the UBC bus station because i think a lot of people wait for the bus there so the chances be seen by people will increases. I also wanted to talk to some people on the way. But they seems to avoid me. I feeled embraced so i gave up this idea. After all i made a video and i put it on the YouTube for people to read my poem.

    Above all, I shared my poems to some people but not reach my expect. And I believe next time i can do it much better. I really enjoys this project and I learned a lot from it.

Trip under the Rocky Mountains

A dilapidated bus,
Along the ice melting highway,
Moving faltering.

Mighty mountains
Stands besides us,
Cannot see the end.

Verdant Emerald lake,
Like a mirror,
Large and small.

The rivers used to surging,
Now were covered by the thick ice.
Only the flowing water
Seem to honor the past times.

European-style town
Floppy living habits
Welcoming visitors from all parts of the world.

A dilapidated bus,
Along the ice melting highway,

Moving slowly.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Gentle like a breeze


Your voice sounds like the mosquitoes flap their wings
in a silent night,
like a steam flowing in a peaceful valley,
like a hunter waiting for the prey,
like a calm lake, like someone is holding his breath
in the endless dark,
a broken radio,
a lurking snake
a rusty machine.
Like the wind blowing the twigs,
like a couple whispering to one another,
like students doing the exams, the only sound you hear
is the friction between the paper and the pencil,
an old-fashioned fan
working constantly without any rest,
like the gas leaking out of a bicycle,
like vehicles which moving slowly
across the busy street, like a gun shooting
without any noise, like friends sharing the secrets
which don’t want others hear,
the strange sound when you get lost in a forest,
a raft flowing on the river,
the sound of the rain water hitting the round,
like a painful patient groaning but with no strength,
like a football flying in the air,
like a devout believer
who pray in a low voice
wanted God to bless him,
like a city after a nuclear explosion,
like mother’s comfort when children got hurt,
like the sound I heard when my cousin
reading his text book.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

The Rusty Charcoal Grill

                                  -- poetic response to "The Red Wheelbarrow" 

So much depends

upon



a rusty charcoal


grill



give off smoke


fog



on the sandy


beach

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Poem for Miss Hancock

                                       -- poetic response to  "The Metaphor"

Dear Miss Hancock , you are the best teacher i have ever met .

You are mild wind in spring times ,

make my frozen heart melts .

You are the candle in darkness ,

give me courage with warmness .


Dear Miss Hancock , you are the one i really want to appreciate .

You are the key to the palace full of treasure ,

let me found the knowledge for my furture .

You are the gardener ,

make me grow healthily with water .


The word "sorry" is still in my heart ,

i know i have no chance to tell you that .

Dear Miss Hancock ,

i will always remember you , you are in my heart forever !

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Movie Review "The Great Gatsby"


   "The Great Gatsby" is one of my favourite movies. I read the book written by Fitzgerald before i watched the movie. Fitzgerald is a member of "The Lost Generation", I like his novel very much. 

  The movie mainly talks about a millionaire whose name is Gataby lost his heart for a pretty woman called Daisy . When they were young they experienced a wonderful time . But their love ended because Gatsby have no money at that time and also the first War broke out at that time, he had to fight for his country. When Gatsby became successful, he came back to find Daisy. But he found Daisy has married to a rich man named Tom. Gatsby thought it is the money that makes Daisy married to a man she didn't love. Tom didn't treat Daisy very well. Gatsby and Daisy finally met, but Daisy had changed, she isn't the Daisy Gatsby used to know. In an accident, Daisy killed Tom'lover by Gatsby's car. Her husband thought it was Gatsby who killed his wife, so he shot Gatsby with a gun. Gatsby died with his love to Daisy.

  The story was narrated by Nick, a friend of Gatsby and also Daisy's cousin. The movie continued by his narration. I think it is a very creative way to do so. This movie is about the American Dreams that had not be finished. I really like what is the world like at that time. The movie is also have great connection with the aurthor's own experience. I feel very upset when Gatsby died with his unfinished dreams. When the movie ends it makes to think a lot.
  "The Great Gatsby" is my favourite movie, it taught me a lot. If you have time, i recommend this movie to you!