Portry

        I love poetry, especially ancient Chinese poetry. The first poem I learnt might be “goose” written by Luo Binwang. The time when I appreciated poetry was my junior high school, my Chinese teacher’s enthusiasm encouraged me and her lively explanation stimulated my interest in poetry. It is a pity that I lost my interest in poetry because boring exams always asked us to recite some parts of poems we do not like or required us to understand pomes in a certain way. After being in Singapore, there may be fewer chances for us to touch Chinese poetry.

      Compared with Chinese poetry, I few got contact with English poetry. The first time I saw the English poems was in text book in junior high school. All my classmates’ reaction was the same as mine that we did not like it, and we all wondered that how can a story written in short lines be called a poem? Before I came to Singapore, one of my friends gave me an English poetry book, “The Wind among the Weeds”. I read the first poem seriously although there were too many difficult words. After I looked up all the new words, I still cannot understand the meaning of that poem. So I looked at the Chinese version, and guessed how it means that. I read that book after supper, but the poem made me fall asleep. When I awoke next morning, I found I actually did not finish the first poem. English did not leave a good impression on me from then on. For writing this blog, however, I picked up the book again and surprisingly found most poems do not have so many difficult words as the first one. I am not sure whether I will enjoy English poetry or not in the future, but now I try to not feel bored about it at least.