January 30, 2007 6:31am CST
Zhang liuling THOUGHTS I A lonely swan from the swa flies, To alight on puddles it does not deign. Nesting in the poplar of pearls It spies and questions green dirds twain: "Don't you fear the threat of slings, Perched on top of branches so high? Nice clothes invite pointing fingers, High climbers god's good will defy. Bird-hunters will craed me in vain, For I roam the limitless sky."