The trees put their dresses on
And the peach blossoms drew the Curtain.
The branches wave their green sleeves in the blowing wind
As the Stage in the fields turns playfully green.

That Coreographer took off Nature’s Garment 
And a light mood scattered over the Earth.
Don’t we feel lost…?Like swallows fascinated by this whole Symphony…?

Let me hand you an account of spring’s whereabouts my friend…
The whole world just bumped in this huge garden of green
Wildflowers caressing anxiety’s wheels while rushing on the highway
In all this restlessness the open fields are as serene as a hermit’s wandering

Sleep early and early again see the pure vault of heaven 
And the earth returning to its fields of metaphor
A great consolation indeed…

When I miss him
I look up to the sky ‘cause the sky is the measure of my longing.
The phone in my palm rings his message 
A path to heaven.
Yet ,I would rather arrange the 4 seasons in the landscape of my heart.

The mountains of love stretch up kissing the swallow’s lips.
Let alone the spring breeze caressing the purple dress of the Hyacinth…

Where my sister song “The Spanish girl”
The thick walls shaked to her Luxurious voice…
My brother love,the countryside 
That’s his spiritual camera?
The otherone,simple in hear,
Loves his sister and the paintings on the walls of his house

Summer just tried my mom and dads’
Gloden Wedding cake
And it”s preparing to become my Muse for the Diamond wedding time

I see the uncertaintly of the future
In this picture we took when we were kids
This picture grabbed the beauty of the flowing time,
Life’s melting of Pain and its permeating sweetness into Eternity…

The person I love is not someone else
His countenance is exactly what I love for
I recognize him among everything else
In his face I see all my dreams.
Even if he turns into ashes
His smile will stay in my heart forever……
All this is his countenance,indeed……
I just want to kiss it……

Loves’ infinite countenance……
The Portrait of Being……Countenance……

Summer is feeling weary
And passion feels awkward no more…
After this love,
The inner hearts’climate makes us wanna take a walk

Nature in Her unbearable Extreme…
The Body can’t  harmonize with the Mood…
The  wandering  wisdom  is  back…