Angela Tian

Wisdom. Her jewelry.

Measuring the length of the sky,

using nothing more than sticks.

Calculating change of the stars,

with nothing but one hand.

Revealing everything between heaven and earth,

reading nothing but nature.

The world opens in front of her,

and utilizing it,

she earns the key to the future.

Creativity. Her procession.

Solving the problems as she walks.

From here and there as she goes,

carrying lights and holy,

bringing flourishes and development.

Flower dances,

river blooms,

wind floats.

Wealth. Her shoes.

Birds pour their music,

mountain enclosed in the fence,

silk as firewood,

sapphires as pillows,

books cover the walls.

Wonder the influence?

Clear the street for a walk.

She owns the perfect combination,

time for the play.

Behind every step,

perfect calculation.

Behind every move,

days of practice.

Wind blows,

snow rolls,

something unexpected.

She supposes to be remembered.

She supposes to make changes.

However, when the elixir introduces,

she chooses the poison.

River floats,

small divert,

different stories.