The packet stood out to sea.
My parachute eased me groundward.
That floats along the slowly ebbing wave;
He trickled the water into the container.
The breeze fanned our faces.
A thin column of smoke climbed into the sky.
A red flag slowly went up the pole.
They moved slowly forward, looking to the right and to the left.
My Teacher Mr. Xu Three Strokes
Xu Huabei smiled. "That's right.
Darkness was creeping up as I came back to the school.
The cool breeze fanned his hot face.
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Some had not yet wearied of their gentle boat-like paddling.
Night crept up again through the gorges.
Carriage doors began to open as the train drew in
The rising sun lit up the earth, the forest, and the plains.
The road was jammed with rickshaws at the hospital gate.