Đậu Diễm Phương
(send2phuong)
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MY LAKE
.Leaves turn yellow. Four seasons are so different.
If the lake is a metaphor for the emotion, then my lake is hard to be drought. The eyes are the absorbance providing water from the world to my lake. Every motion of nature can tough the surface of my lake. Every gentle wave of my lake can wash my eyes. And after every washing my eyes, my water in the lake is even purer.
Four seasons reflect their colors in me.
Some one ask me why. I answer because I am full of water as emotion, can be either peacefull as the surface of the lake or get tough easily as the gentle waves in the lake.
Phuong.
P/s: I suddenly have some ideas when I observe falling leaves. I want to share with you. It is just a draft. Hope you enjoy my metaphor.