 
          
            The Gobi
          
        
        
          
            SKH Lam Woo Memorial Seconday School, Lam Sin Yu, Poetry: Group 4
          
        
        
          The Gobi, the Sleeping Beauty
        
        
          Stretched between the Mongolia and China,
        
        
          a sleeping beauty rests
        
        
          She secures a long-forgotten story
        
        
          of pride and glory
        
        
          Her endless cascade of blond hair loiters with the wind,
        
        
          creating ridges of gentle waves
        
        
          Her hair spreads radiantly as though the sunbeam refracted by waters
        
        
          Her hair slathers like a lake refecting the dreamy weather up above
        
        
          The splendorous elegance nurtures her vanity—even time slithers slow to spectacle this godsend
        
        
          The legend said,
        
        
          there was a time
        
        
          when the godsend was plaited with a piece of lingering silk
        
        
          That was the Silk Road
        
        
          It straddled from the East to the West,
        
        
          with bricks from different culture,
        
        
          elements of various religious belief
        
        
          and bold exploration,
        
        
          civilizations were built up in China, Persia, Arabic...
        
        
          That was where the ritual chants of Hindustani music
        
        
          acquainted the erhu
        
        
          That was where the extant Chinese embroidery
        
        
          became the sparkle in the Persians’ eye
        
        
          Finally the diversifed culture shot into the cloudless sky of the Gobi,
        
        
          and set off one of the most awe-inspiring frework show in human history
        
        
          After thousands of years, the ostentatious path still shines
        
        
          but the jubilant charm of the road had been muted into a peaceful silence
        
        
          She is independent and solitary
        
        
          This sophisticated woman had been hiding her mysterious past
        
        
          underneath her modest silence
        
        
          The old story will grow older
        
        
          as fne sand in the hourglass converges in the bottleneck, sinks and accumulates
        
        
          The legend will be lagged behind