The Harbour Hsu ChiCheng
The ship backs to the harbour, likes a person who backs to his home after the labourer works all day long and whacked to the wide.
The ship steps into the harbour, likes a vagrant drops plunges into mother’s breast after he roams the remotest corner and has been through the vicissitudes of life.
Warmth, safety, no storm, the harbour is the home of the ship.
Benign, peace, no ferocious, the harbour is truly the breast of mother.
Here, one can set his mind at easy, eliminate his fatigued, inhale the breath of the earth, enrich himself again, rouse himself, prepare himself, set out again.
Even though, it’s necessary to take a rest when tired of work. Thus, it can bestir oneself, to set out again.—a full rest is the recreation of life, reborn of power.
It’s joyful, while seeing a ship carries a group of sailor with full spirit set out to brave the winds and waves
A siren is heard. Oh, a ship sets out again.
A harbour embraces the felling of departure. May devote bless limitlessly to the ship which sets out from the harbour…@