Peacock Blue: Zhou Xiaofeng's Prose

Author: Zhou Xiaofeng
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Publish Date: 2006-12-01
Features: Fireworks burst in the indigo night sky, their grandeur leaving me weak. They are so breathtakingly beautiful that they can make a willful child listen in silence. On nights when fireworks are set off, adults and children fill the rooftop, watching the tall plants grow to the heavens in an instant, fruits clustering on the branches, only to be shaken off together. I feel as though my heart has endured a storm—only when the harvest above is gathered by the gods can I bear the storm. Looking from one end of the kaleidoscope, every gentle rotation reveals a new brilliant pattern in the sky. Grateful tears slowly bend my lashes. How much I love the great magic of the kaleidoscope, it uses tiny seeds to. Gazing at the endless feast of fireworks, yet it leaves me with an eternal hunger for beauty. Fireworks burst in the indigo night sky, their grandeur leaving me weak. They are so breathtakingly beautiful that they can make a willful child listen in silence. On nights when fireworks are set off, adults and children fill the rooftop, watching the tall plants grow to the heavens in an instant, fruits clustering on the branches, only to be shaken off together. I feel as though my heart has endured a storm—only when the harvest above is gathered by the gods can I bear the storm.