Here is the edge of the city


Here is the edge of the city’s hidden Wong Shui Po is a road after another noisy sound of the city there is no dense crowd, such as weaving traffic mountain cluster-like reinforced concrete buildings here shui River was dyed emerald from her high snow snow falls at the curtain, turned back the curtain a fearsome Dragons Roar here on the steep rock cliffs multiply the Nofuji bush tangled plot and vivid moving violations in the clusters of wild flowers in full bloom on bare skin I wonder if there are springs slide in the jungle where birds sing “Gui – Gui – Yang -” the Love song of poetic words from “Qingming – drunk -” the past is here and caught the edge of the city to escape the city’s standing here you could see the face of the city – it seems gray around the island group is silent green waves surging