Final Drink
Our stomachs full, as were our hearts. Our bowls once filled to the brim, now our cups. With what used to be millet, left fermented to fill these hearts By Read More …
Drinking Poems–Week 7
Our stomachs full, as were our hearts. Our bowls once filled to the brim, now our cups. With what used to be millet, left fermented to fill these hearts By Read More …
Still air permeates, Advancing towards the arts, Tension and stress builds up. Reading and learning, To escape reality, A scholar no more. A shot of white wine, A Read More …
By Lee Jia Xin U1910252L Picking up the ladle, I poured the contents from a big wooden bowl, And the smell of flowers hit me, [1] For in this winged Read More …
Alone on the cold wooden floor With only shaojiu for companionship [1] I sit, staring at the moon Which seemed to have lost its brilliance Away from my family With Read More …
Charmaine Yew Qian Le U1630797G The sky lit up with the glow of the moon Preparations have begun as early as noon. A harvest banquet held after the monsoon, The Read More …
By Tay Zi Han, U1630154A 《品茶赏月一乐事》
By Nur Amira Bte Mohamed Amidun, U1630340H Young, old, man and wife Soft touches and keen eyes Picking tea leaves sprouted from fresh buds A humble task yet so significant Read More …
By Phyllis Koh Xing Yi, U1630492E Peace is away from me, As I hear the rattling sounds of the bamboo tree, Where thou is my master, Whose mind has fled Read More …
By Zac Chee Zong Ze, U1830985B I sit amidst my comrades in arms, We stand against those who do us harm. As the wind blows from the southeast, The generals Read More …
By: David Tan, U1630231E In between wars during peaceful times, The Mongolian empire drank and dined, Lavish banquets of Horsemeat and Qumis,[1] The latter fermented over summer time, Cooling by Read More …