If I were a painter-prose poetry

If I were a painter, in this life

I would just strive to paint a good picture

The desolate desert unfolded before my eyes

The sky is dyed with brilliant morning glow

An eagle is flying high

A horse is standing proudly

The young rider is raising the golden whip

Full of energy and heroic appearance

Looking up to the sky devoutly and enthusiastically

The morning glow that symbolizes youth and beauty

The morning glow It is his ideal and hope

He wants to follow her to the end of the world

He seems to see her smiling sweetly

Her affectionate eyes are calling Follow him

Come, young warrior

I have been looking forward to you for a long time, come quickly

There is a clean and fertile farmland here

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The air here is fresh and unlimited freedom

There is no selfishness, greed, jealousy and vendetta

The nature is so peaceful and beautiful

There is no smog and noisy abuse

The breeze blows the willow branches

The nectar bathes the buds and leaves

The hard work has its own rich harvest

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Selfless creation always has a sincere reward

All living things are in harmony with each other

Born in blessings and melted in love

It is always spring here It's always morning

My warrior who pursues the light, come quickly

Oh, if I were a painter, in this life

I would just strive to paint well. Painting

With all my energy and effort

At the cost of my whole life

However, I am just a mediocre poet

I don’t understand lines, colors and perspective

I can only fantasize and dream

If I were a painter

I can only complain and sigh

What fate...