2014-05-10 two birds

在花間彈跳 攀枝搖曳 享受初夏的甜蜜
綠繡眼飛過得時候 總是帶著銀鈴般的鳴聲
沒有見過兒歌中的小黃儷鳥兒 如何計算那八朵花呢?

sakura in the rain ＿

the sakura wept in the rain, I wish I could cry in the rain, too.

but I am only going to try very hard to remember 

the shivering pedals that will soon flow off and vanish 

until next early Spring.

purple lotus

The pond in the botanical garden always give some of the best reflections.

I remember our walking down the winding path and laughing out loud,

 throwing cookie crumbs to the ducks, 

and the color of the lotus pedal no paint brush or camera can reproduce.

04-07-2014 flaming flowers

flaming cotton wood flower in the rain

2014-03-27 帶靨櫻花

it smiled at me when I drove back from my annual physical. the wild blossom was escaping from the high wall of a house. Spring is here, maybe there is a pact between the blossom and the first wind of  the Spring determined to fight for another chance, fend against the harsh winter and move on to re-energize its life.

Plum Blossom in SH 上海二月梅

They have gone wild and just kept popping open their chubby pedals to the first warm day in February. It has been cold, drizzling and windy for a few days and I did not expect the dense blossom. They looked so oddly beautiful and homesick. I was just a silent traveler passing by and only wished sadly the flowers are not so dizzily happy. 梅花瘋一般的開放 在二月第一個暖日展開肥嘟嘟的花瓣 已經好幾天冷風細雨 不想花開得正綿密 他們開得奇異得美而思鄉 我只是個安靜的旅人 楚然期望花不要如此醉癡狂歡

half heart of a rose

no matter their fancy names
roses were given descriptions from fair to frail to fancy
but who has really seen its heart?
underneath layers and layers of disguise,
the heart will disintegrate so fast in the early Spring breeze that only someone, that someone, could half catch half the heart of a rose, half read it, half understand it and half embrace it with half a heart
玫瑰有不同的名字
被賦予優雅 脆弱 瘋狂的形容
但是 有誰見過它的內心世界?
在層層的偽裝之下 玫瑰心在春風中 會瞬然崩解
只有他 他能半得 半讀 半解 以半顆心半擁半朵玫瑰心

here and eternity

sakura blossoms only for a day and on this quiet day, I am the only passersby that saw the yearning for something more lasting.

Sakura in November. We had a big typhoon in October, it brought rain and extra strong wind from the northeast. the wind tore off the leaves of dormant sakura which was waiting for the next spring. Mistaking that winter had came and went, comes the rare and fragile autumn sakura.  they were only to last for a few days. it will be a tough job for the sakura trees to bring forth another mesmerizing season next Spring. Until then, I will sit with the fall blossom and dream.

under the white plum blossom

dear friend, I want to thank you for the wonderful years we have known each other. to have met you and be friends must be from the good will I accumulated in my previous lives.

when I leave, i will carry with me all the fond memory  between the two of us and I am content. what we have shared was

so rare and I will be incomplete without it. but now, I am complete.

I wish there is something or anything I can give to you in return for your tremendous gift. but then, I could not think of anything that can be as good. 

Yet, what I am certain is, I will carry my memory of you where ever  I go and during the journey I will not be afraid to be alone.