She walks with controlled effortless grace,
Like a prowling lioness searching the horizon;
Each step tread with unwavering confidence,
The pathways of the sky would open in her presence.
She stands with her bearing at once proud and delicate,
The light of knowledge radiates from her face.
She looks down to no one,
But with a commanding gaze,
The world, her future, has no other choice,
But to unroll in ecstasies beneath her feet, 
Waiting for her to come.

She speaks and her voice is like the soft confluence of rivers,
Tremulous and clear with the gift of eloquence.
She smiles and her expression lovelier than the rose
Exhaling sweetness with her every breath.  
And when she touches her fingers to her neck, 
Even the ocean touching the sand on the beach,
Cannot produce a more exquisite picture.

One wonders what talent, what secret she possesses,
That emanates from her with the radiance of angels,
What fantastic knowledge of eternal truth,
Distinguishes her from all the others.
If we knew then we would not need to learn 
How to walk lightly and fearlessly, 
Or to speak convincingly, 
So that we might be beautiful like her.  



		Changxin Fang