Dear Motherland, hope meagre moments yet dance throwing taunted thrills to the fostering figs? Dear Motherland, do the sassy streams with flaps on diminuendo and crescendos’ rhythm yet maintain the lusty lyric? Dear Motherland, does frolic Kanji dam basked in mushy currents wins the mercies of fame yet? Say nought, dear Motherland, moments are nowContinueContinue reading “Yī Fēng xìn”