CHINA VIEW

Your poetry reminds me of something, it touches my heart deeply 每个人心中都有下一样见解.

My father told me when he was young everything that looks lovely ; the fish, air  grassland and the people. Maybe we are just cherish the memory of our childhood and the old time. I miss the past days and my grandfather who are still there. AZURA ZHANG.

It’s my pleasure to read your book! Although I read only 16 pages provided by the website (sorry, I didn’t buy it yet), I have been moved by your words and sentences that stimulated my deep feeling of childhood and love.

In fact, a deep nostalgia pervaded in my heart when I first read a couple of words in your book. It was like Yesterday once more...What I apprehend from your words is that childhood, as a vital and sweet part in our life, definitely influences our life and plays an important role in our future.

I think childhood is as snug as the fire in a cold winter  which stays with me and calm me. Your words, which are comely and lovely, remind me of my childhood. I am a teenagers who just say goodbye to my childhood.

Perhaps, nowadays, childhood is not as pure and lovely as you experienced in your era that too many extra elements like MP3, IPhone, video games have already made childhood awfully complex, which is lack of true love and sweetness.

Through your photos, I found myself in a kind of quinteness and intimate of nature and memory.  I love them deeply that I found what childhood should be and what childhood definitely means to me.

Thank you, dear Mr Mowen, your book calm me down in a prosperous and rushing society that none can sit down and read a book peacefully. I love the style of your writing and I hope someday I can travel to your hometown!

By the way, my name is Scar instead of the name “ Ricky “ thank you for correcting articles and i think you are a fantastic writer as well as an outgoing teacher and friend.

Hi Mowen

I love these verses!

‘ and we built castles that Summer eve

Tight to the tin-high heaven sky

 Castles for cattle whose Winter weary days

Were bunged up in dunged-up silent byres

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And we were boys

In the Spring of our lives ‘

Reading poems (especially with groups of people- that’s fantastic and dreamlike) is my passion, however, rarely happens here J

 I hope I can take my poems with me, wander throughout the whole world and know many poets like you! J

Beautiful poems and family album J