voyage

Her pleated hair twirls as inspiration wanders into the unknown realm where poetries thrive; as if in a trance, she stands there frozen while her thoughts drift and dance in a sea of possibilities. All she can do is to wait for inspiration to turn into dewdrops and fall nicely from the pencil tip onto the white paper. She is a poet on maiden voyage.

麻花辫子随灵感飞舞，在诗的领域恣意徜徉。坠入忘我境界，任凭思潮汹涌，在笔尖化作点点露珠，滴落纸上，满纸的湿。她于是踏上诗的处女航。