Some tree fern panels are still under the eaves... The wire-cylinder just built by grandpa Was too late to cultivate orchids before he and uncles Emigrated to Brazil And never come back again. The deserted wire-cylinder in my childhood Slowly decayed, disappeared And was not uncovered from my grown-up memories Until grandpa's bone ash Was brought back to home There were many things in my childhood That were not even realized. The strange land of the devouring Amazon Is actually the homeland of the orchids The wire-cylinder grandpa built for. It is in fact an allegory of death! However my mother said Grandpa was infected by the orchid fever After his retirement In order to make some more money Then he fell a victim to the emigrant fever Dreaming to help his sons to make some businesses... Some tree fern panels are still under the eaves Twisted as memories Black, rough, and dumb Lack of fertility but hard to rotten And are still able to cultivate new orchids -- http://www.wretch.cc/blog/kamadevas\ --

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