Olden:

虞美人

春花秋月何时了，往事知多少？

小楼昨夜又东风，故回不堪回首月明中，

雕栏玉砌应犹在，只是朱颜改，

问君能有几多愁，恰似一江春水向东流。

Modern:

虞学生

学校考试何时了，分数知多少？

年中考试下月中，晚上咖啡又得在手中，

去年只是应犹在，只是记忆改，

老师问我几颗A, 我说老师您别想太多！

HILARIOUS!

Of oaths sworn

Of grievances borne

The darkness forlorn

The white dove's mourn.

The lilies' shade

The virgin maid

Debts repaid

Promises said

The night is dark

So frightened your heart

Hush little baby do not fear

We shall always be near

The sun has gone

So long till morn'

Hush little baby do not fear

We shall always be near

Under the dark cloud's shroud

The thunder so loud

Hush little baby do not fear

We shall always be near

Always in your sight

Among the stars so bright

The guardians of the night

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Lullaby. Part of an essay I wrote.....

Misconception of Death

Life. Bright. Fleeting. Ephemeral as morning dew. Death. Dark. Unknown. Final. Two things. Contradictory. Opposites. Yin and Yang. Yet close, so close! A line, thin and fragile as a spider's thread, ready to snap at the slightest touch, separates light and shadow. You could be in the prime of life, the flower of youth, the epitome of vitality, when, SNAP! You're dead.

We fear death. There is not a truer statement on earth. Death is the grim reaper, the final countdown, the end of blessed life. Death is unknown, and what we do not know, we fear. The fight to understand is what defines us humans. We strive to conquer the forces around us, to understand the universe that surrounds us. We might now know what lies within an atom, but we have yet to find out what happens after a person stops breathing. Will his existence be snuffed out? Will his soul move on, as preached by most religions? Or will he be reincarnated into a new being? We do not know. We can conduct no experiments, run no tests. We have yet to snatch any glimmer of the secrets of death.

Yet, is this fear of death a reason, an excuse for not living life to the fullest?

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Wrote this for aural assessment. Hey, who ever knew I was philosophical?? heee heeeee

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林花谢了春红，太匆匆，无奈朝来寒雨晚来风。 胭脂泪，相留醉，几时从？自是人生长恨水长东。

Middle of Nowhere

I heard the jingling and clanking of a hundred bracelets and necklaces, and I knew who approached me. I also knew what she was going to do.

Pudgy hands slapped across my eyes. I sighed internally as my world went dark.

"Guess who?" She squealed. I was in no mood for her usual greeting today, preoccupied as I was.

"Zephyr........" Her name a sigh on my lips. I seem to be having so many of those lately. Pouting, my ever sunny and annoying best friend squished onto the tiny bench, making my side slam into the metal handrest. I didn't bother to move

"Ditching, Alex?" She asked.

"Yup." I didn't point out that she was, as well.

"Why?" She asked again. I can't believe it. Her curiosity actually sounded real.

"Because Mrs Willener is an old windbag," I told her. I didn't tell her my real reason.

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Wrote this during exams, actually, and I don't have any idea how to continue. Bah, whatever. I've no idea how to write about teenage angst anyway........................