Unlike most Chinese poetry, which requires about 7 billion years of specialized study to understand, this poem, originally found in the online version of Youth Digest magazine, is fairly short, only mildly abstract, and extremely melancholy. 

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1) 不知从何时起 喜欢逆风行走 感受花瓣吹向脸庞
仿佛那是白的、黄的、粉的蝴蝶在空中跳跃
不知从何时起 喜欢逆风奔跑 望着风筝越飞越高
仿佛自己的梦想在空中自由飞翔

 
2) 小时候 是坐在父亲高大的自行车横档 感受他的怀抱
后来 坐在他身后 叽叽喳喳地讲着一天的新鲜事儿
现在 是坐在他的斜后边 静静地看着他的各种动作
越来越远 是的 越来越远

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1) I don't know when it started  &nbsp; I like to walk against the wind  &nbsp; feel the petals blowing against my face<br />
They're like white, yellow and pink butterflies skipping in the air<br />
I don't know when it started &nbsp; I like to run against the wind &nbsp; gazing at the kites getting farther away as they go higher<br />
They're like my own dreams flying in the air

2) When I was small &nbsp; I sat on the handles of my father's tall bicycle  &nbsp; and felt his embrace<br />
Later, I sat behind him &nbsp; and chattered on about the things that had happened that day<br />
Now, I sit on the slope behind him &nbsp; quietly watching him go about his day<br />
Farther and farther away &nbsp; truly &nbsp; farther and farther away.

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