By Yu Feng (Jul. 2, 2009)

My shell

Is all I've got

The wind and the dew

Is what I eat and drink

In the early mornings

Towards the fresh air

I stick to the humid body

Enjoying the favor of nature

Step by step

I walk as light as air

I don't care

About the outside world

Not longing, either

Someone may look down upon me

Just because I am so small

Even smaller than his little finger

My shell is so thin

Much thinner than the tortoise's

And I am not having eminent background

Then, he picks me up

Curiously turns me over and over again

Despises my history

Reviles my family

Overrides my aksing for nothing

And keeps on saying that you the little wretch

It is us man who build the skyscrapers

Construct the parks

So that you now have got a foothold

But you are not important at all

With these words your emotion flying higher and higher

You gave me a hard throw onto the ground

My shell was broken

My life was taken away

Though I am not living in the age of Sima Qian

Or in the Galileo's

I had the same destiny with them

I just can't understand

I never thought to compare with others

Nor did I annoy others

I just want to be myself——

A snail

I didn't ask for much

I did no harm to the environment

I made no big contribution to man

I just  simply wanna be

A snail

Silently

But even this right

Was finally

Taken away

I'd like to tell my friends

Never attach the busy streets

Keep far away from the crowd

Return to nature

Staying in the shell

To be a little happy snail