Red is a colour and a favourite colour of most Foochow women. It is an auspicious colour for our culture. It is a colour for weddings, for birth celebration and especially for the Full Moon, or the celebration of of baby's first month of birth.
There is a joy of sort when a young boy or girl wears red. Red ribbons are always preferred for a little girl's hair.
But it is also a colour of danger, my friend, a great teaher, reminded me. She said we must look at every thing in its context. I will remember that. And with a pinch of salt too, I would say.
Here is a poem for you to enjoy by Mary O'Neil..
Red is a sunset
Blazing and bright.
Red is feeling brave
With all your might.
Red is a sunburn
A spot on your nose.
Sometimes red, is a red red rose.
Red squiggles out when you cut your hand.
Red is a brick
And the sounds of a band.
Red is hotness
You get inside
When you�re embarrassed
And want to hide.
Fire-cracker, fire-engine
Fire-flicker red �
And when you�re angry
Red runs through your head.
Red is /a chilli/
A Valentine heart,
The trimmings on
A circus cart.
Red is a lipstick
Red is a shout
Red is a signal
That says, �Watch out!�
Red is a great big
Rubber ball.
Red is the giant-est
Colour of all.
Red is a show-off,
No doubt about it �
But can you imagine
Living without it?
Author: Mary O�Neil
Have a great day.
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