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SCMP Reporter

Moon

You are hanging above the sky,

Everyone can see you on high.

If I miss someone far away,

There's nothing I  have to say,

I just look at the same moon from a different way.

Christy

CNEC Christian College

Planes

Big planes, small planes all around,

Colourful planes zooming around you and me.

They can be fast, they can be slow,

Aeroplanes all lined up in a row.

Planes hold missiles, planes hold everything!

Planes in wars, shooting the enemy. Shhh! Shhhh!

Planes dropping bombs. Boom! Boom!

Acrobatic planes looping loops. Whoosh! Whoosh!

Planes in canyons, planes in valleys,

Planes above rivers, planes above lakes.

Bye for now, I'm in my plane, but remember me.

CT

The boy who haunts

my dreams

Is it a sort of beautiful coincidence

Or my own imagination?

To dream of you night by night

And day by day.

My restrained heart begins to sink

When I see the ethereal smile on your

taintless face.

Surrounded by the mist

behind those deep hazel eyes.

I got lost

in your sweet,  soft tenderness.

Searching for you for years,

I found nothing

as you vanished without a trace.

But your fragile scent seems to still exist in the thin air,

haunting my forlorn soul.

Raven Chan, 6A

Hong Kong True Light College (Ap Lei Chau)

Raven wins a bag of goodies

Seasons

There are four seasons:

spring, summer, autumn and winter.

I like summer,

For I can go to the beach.

With its cool breeze and rushing tide

And the sun shining its warmth on me.

Eating ice cream

And drinking a glass of cool lemonade.

Under the shade of a palm tree.

It's truly a perfect day.

My sister likes autumn,

And she has her reasons.

With brown, molten-gold  leaves

Spinning and twirling around,

As if they were dancing

And playing with the wind.

My mother likes spring

Because of the beautiful flowers and plants.

Animals and insects chirping with glee

Because it is spring.

Blooming and growing,

Just like the way she takes care of me.

My father likes winter,

Cool and freezing.

Crystal clear snow falling from the sky,

Like a heavenly paradise.

Eating hot pot and drinking a cup of hot chocolate.

Skiing through slopes and mountains,

With family and friends

Is a good kind of exercise.

Giving cards and presents

And giving love to others who are in need.

Is a good way to spend our Christmas.

How about you?

Which season do you like?

Amanda C. Leong

Santa Rosa de Lima, English Section, Macau



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