Channe+and+Xiao+Wei's+group

What should we do....~Xiao Wei [REPLY AT THE DISCUSSION PAGE WHERE WE SHOULD "LIST" OUT THE POSSIBLE TOPICS THAT WE CAN WRITE ABOUT.]


 * Winter**

It's winter. Flakes of falling sky waltz onto my hair landing with the grace of a ballerina. It looked like I've got a terrible case of dandruff.

a enormous gust of wind blows on me, blowing my hair straight onto my face to protect my face from the ice cold knives about to pierce me. I pushed it back, pulling a scarve over my face almost immediately

the icy fingers pushed me back into my home as I look out of the window in dismay they, the cold fingertips of snow, start to draw a masterpiece of art on my window.

watching, watching... I fell asleep with the warmth of the cozy fireplace which, was just trying to melt the piece of art......

OKAY? THE LAST PARA...IMPROVE IT? ~xiao wei (the block letters are to differentiate my text with the poem.)


 * Edited version no. 1:**

It's winter. Flakes of falling snow waltz onto my midnight hair, landing with the grace of a thousand ballerinas dancing in a perfect symmetrical formation. It looks like I've got a terrible case of dandruff.

An enormous gust of wind blows my hair, straight onto my white face to shelter it from the ice cold knives piercing it. My hands are too numb to grasp my scarf. At least I can still walk.

At last, in the warmth of my home, as I berate myself for going out without a coat, they, the cold fingertips of snow, start to draw a masterpiece on my window. Winter seemed never to forget me. user:xiaowei_5exc

Watching, watching... Falling asleep... The coziness of the fireplace finally settling my soul... ......

HOW IS IT? THE LAST PARAGRAPH CAN STILL BE IMPROVED, I KNOW. user:Channe_5Exc


 * Pain**

The stab in the back from a friend... The sting from a hornet or the scratch from your own cat... The taste of the absolute bitterness... The smell of rotting food, surrounded by ants... The feeling of your soul being defeated... The sound of someone crying out in agony... A feeling that is unavoidable... Pain.

I KNOW THAT IT IS VERY BAD. SORRY. user:Channe_5Exc


 * Life**

To some people, life is a beautiful treasure; It looks like the visible rainbow after a downpour; It sounds like a highly skilled pianist showing off his/her skills at a grand piano; It smells like the perfect perfume created from the precise combination of plants; It tastes like their favourite food they eat every few months; It makes them feel ecstatic.

To some others, life is a boring routine; It looks like watching cheese grow mold; It sounds like the wind blowing past them on a normal day; It smells like the horrible stench from the pig sty (:D); It tastes like those food without any taste at all; It makes them want to stop this continuous torture on them.

(to be continued) user:Channe_5Exc