As slow as a winding stream.
As fast as a rapid waterfall.
When I play,
it flows very fast.
When I wait for dad and mum
walking around the dinner table,
it flows very, very slow.
When I sleep,
it flows neither fast nor slow.
Why do you like to write poetry?
Tianyue Xia: “I feel the inpiration and can’t help writing. Sometimes, mom wants me to write poems. They’re funny. And they’re very beautiful, too.”