I am from radio, 📻
from hudie 757 and transistor.
I am from a brick house, sturdy, faded, but it is safe.
I am from the cracked cement,
the dilaptated wood.
I am from Filial piety
and yellow skin, 🙌
from HuiYu, the woman who gave me a life👩👦
and RuiYan, the woman who raised me when my mom went to work🤶
and Shengshao, the man who motivated me to be a better man.👨💼
I am from the Nothing special is happiness and Seize the day.
From Cantonese songs🎤 and Cantonese Tv shows.📺
I am from Deism. Our families believe there is no God sometimes.
I’m from a small countryside in Southern China,🇨🇳
rice and steam fish. 🥢🐟🍚
From the “Study hard is the only way you can change your life.”,📚
the my mom would punch me when I got a poor grade,😢
and the”What do you want to eat tomorrow?”.🤤
I am from a black leather sofa. The woman siting with me is my beloved.❤️
Hello Sicong,
This is a well-thought-out poem and you did really well making it nice a visual for us to read. The picture of you and your mother ties the poem together in my opinion.
Hello Sicong, nice to meet you! I really like how you used emojis in your poem, they made it even more interesting than it already is. Your poem was really nice and easy to understand. I also like how you ended your poem with a photo of you and your mom, it gives a really nice feeling. Thanks for sharing about yourself!
Hi Sicong! I really enjoyed your poem and the colors you used. The photo at the end was perfect. It feels like we have a lot in common!
Hi Sicong. I was impressed by your poem compared to mine. The added picture was a key point as I relate.