Treasure Palace

August 10, 2012
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Visiting museum is like a fantastic journey
catching a glimpse of the masterpieces from our ancestors,
having a conversion with the giants,
experiencing the different culture atmosphere.

In the museum I feel like nobody
rowing a small boat in the long history river,
like a letter printed on one of the thousand pages in a thick history annual,
a tiny star drown in the endless galaxy.

Those antiques in the vitrines are sleeping silently,
seem so close, but so far.
They are telling us stories about the eras they lived and dedicated,
they are the wordless narrator.

At dusk when I walked on the road which led me home
and watched the sun going down, disappeared behind the hills.
I carried a notebook, a camera in my heavy bag,
a delightful heart, and a brain full of inspirer.

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