Poetry-Reflections

Before I write, I put on boots, jackets, scarfs and mittens. “I am prepared.” I tell myself. I close my eyes and write. For I know that if I don’t prepare myself fully, I may never get out of my fantasy world. Emilei Lu, 11Shanghai, China

Who am I, am I just a lonely boy? When I am lonely I feel wild. Does nobody want me? Or do I have to stay here forever? Well, I will be crashed by a car? What shall I do. I need a real life! I am very far to become a normal boy. Gilbert Huang, 9Shanghai, China

A human’s life is as an alien’s life. This human has two feet and hairs. It lives in a house and eats with its hair. But actually we guess that humans eat like that. A piece of paper told us how humans are. A human goes to work every day even Saturday and Sunday and never gets a holiday. It grabs things with its feet. Gilbert Huang, 9Shanghai, China