A tear fell down,
Without any voice,
Through the sparkling pearl,
I can read a reserved heart.
There are too many stories,
The tear is saying,
Even without any voice,
I can hear the dark breathing.
Crying for the lives' compassion,
Crying for the broken conscience,
Crying for the compatriots' silence,
Crying for the strangers' smilings.
Crying for you
My country--- China!
Did you see,
A red plum blossom
Withstanding the snow?
That's the tear,
Waiting for the spring's coming!
Waiting for the flowers' blooming!
A Chinese practitioner
July 16th, 2001
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