Epic Language

The bell eventually chimes, like that last section of G surprise, arises me from the llulaby of slumber. Students get ready with their package, prepare to tramp over hills and dales, and reach sweet refuge. However, the sky seems sorrowful, tears with a string of pearls swiftly, I wonder who incurs the sky. Standing under the roof, lonely and desolate, seeking for familiar backsides. A horde of buzzing bees concerns their children in a swivet, are worried that they may be pour by the tears. Looking at them, a warm hand holds another tender hand, with unlimited satisfaction emerges on their faces, my jealousy started to linger in my chambers of  heart. It seems perpetual to wait for a familiar face, perpetual to wait for a wonder, my eyes start to full with worries, is willing to bear but runs out like a stream, enough me to swim. The time seems to freeze at this moment, however, it breaks down when the sun struggles to come out. She asks me: "Did you wait for a long time"? Yes, she is the backside that I keep seeking, the backside that I anticipate to look for a wonder. She is my mom. Holding her hands, we walk slowly back to my sweet cabin, a place I always take refuge. After the sky become brisk, the rainbow emerges in a way that encourages me. Waiting, is not always eternal and bad, it may conceal another starting.

The Epic Hero

Epic poem is a narrative poem that contains details of heroic deeds and events significant to a culture or nation. Since epic poem relates in an elevated style, it often exaggerates the quality of heroes. The most famous example would be the ancient Greece epic, Iliad, written by Homer. It is oldest extant work of literature in the ancient Greek language, as the first work of European literature. It talks about great courage and intelligence of Agamemnon, king of Mycenae. He is a successful warrior who eventually led the victor of Greece. There is another epic poem which is made in ancient Mesopotamia-Epic of Gilgamesh. He is a king who has become frustrated by his rule, and decided to battle the frightening monster in the forest. He then slew the monster and became a famous hero in his kingdom. Compares with "Beowulf" and "Casey at the Bat", they are similar since Beowulf is praising the bravery and honor of the hero, and use elegant language in order to look important. On the other hand, mighty Casey seems to be mocked and scoffed as a successful batter. Though it's only a minute and unimportant baseball game, audience seems to anticipate a good score and Casey's significant bat wielding. Though people are disappointed, the readers did enjoy the mocking. 

Adjectives

Abustle
Quiet
Bright
Playful
Joyful
Interesting
Delicious
Multifarious
Enthusiastic
Sportive


crisp
delicate
thin or thick
chocolate
syrup
grillwork-like
exotic


fluffy
cute
warm
intimate
fragrant
treasured
accompanying
stuffed
sincere
attentive


enthusiastic
yelling
delicious
high-heat
savoury
diligent
public
cooperated
saleable


exciting
joyful
sweet
smiling
beautiful
lovable
careful
exchangeable
retroactive
retrospective


chatty
talkative
cautious
considerate
coarse
respectable
encouraged

Experiences

I rode a bike, accidentally fell down by escaping from a dog, and broke my arm severely.
I collected a set of Hello Kitty magnets and hung it in bedroom.
I smelled the fragment of flowers and bamboos while I was hiking.
I sang in chorus with friends and won the competition.
I read fantasy novels which enjoy me.
I played pokemon games in NDS happily and thought about the pokemons sincerely.
I cried for most movies since I was always sensitive to the plots.
I learned to make desserts in cooking club and tried the recipe at home.
I wrote handwritten letters to my friends whenever I was sorrowful.
I solved problems by asking the teacher.
I practiced math questions every day when I was in local school.
I watered the plants that I sowed and tasted them when they ripened.
I blew the candles in my birthday party.
I crawled every day when I was a baby.
I play the piano every Saturday since I love music.

Triolet

A trace of golden stars shot through the sky
bears the grief, sighs the dreary
tears fill up in eyes
A trace of golden stars shot through the sky
The slave wonders why
limits in the cage, seeking to fly, breaks away from weary
A trace of golden stars shot through the sky
bears the grief, sighs the dreary

Limerick

Limerick

Once an angel fallen in love
expels heaven rides snowy dove
bleakly losses the ways
recollects the days
trace of Milky Way blocks and roves

Once a sparrow broke its slight wings
limits in cave but tries to sing
spiritless boredom
wishes to gain freedom
flutters its wings to prove the zing

Once a deer was tired of works
escaped Santa but roamed at fork
leapt the clouds along
listened angels' songs
pleased and put gifts inside the socks

List Poem

The dense, floating clouds

fluffy as the embroidered blanket,

long for the feeling

my mother wrapped me when I was a baby.

The boundless stretch of the azure sky

limpid as a mirror

reflect the images of my family,

but they fogged vaguely                     

my memory is losing in a labyrinth

rouses me to regain it

yet the time and space just tortuous

torment my mind

Is this the heaven?

Though my soul is here
my mind is still lingering among the world

I can’t leave it behind
I can’t abandon without revisiting my family and friends

Life is too short for me
The last goodbye

disappears when I haven’t said it out loud
The memories flash
I can barely remember

the happiness when my brother lived in my mom’s belly
the excitement when I played roller coaster in Disneyland

the inquietude when slow Internet speed with noisy mosquitoes
the disappointment when books out of stock
the fidget of scattered holes
the frustration when I can’t memorize the Spanish grammar

preterit and imperfect tenses with vocabularies

bother my mind even when I was sleeping

terrible French homework
misunderstand the meaning
English- Mr. McCool
prefixes with suffixes
disturb my leisure
However, they are the memories
gradually cover with veils
remote and vague
The memory that I want to regain
is my family and friends
wishing to look at them
wishing to embrace them
wishing to stay with them
My soul is wound by invisible hurt
it can’t back to the past
treasure the time

that I live with them
Right now,
it’s still waiting for reincarnation
to meet them.