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Summer Sky & Valley
Trees are holding up the Summer sky, we are sheltered in like a low roof room; the valley is noisy at night, crickets are singing, the rhythm of the sound as if cooling off the air.
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Camel
“The mountains don’t forget the names we give them, they hold our footprints deep in clay and stone. A man can earn his bread in any county, but he can’t teach his heart to call it home.”- lyrics from “Mile Marker Nine” How many times I’m awed by the mountains, by its echoing of my…
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Time & Clock
I was cleaning the wall clock, while dusting the second hand, it almost stopped due to its delicacy. For a moment, I thought I stopped the time! Then realized it’s a measurement created by humans, divides our existence into fragments, we can stay whole if we want to.
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Sunflower Field
I never knew a sunflower field could be this romantic. Under the setting sun, the illuminated sunflowers glowing like dancers posing on stage; Kind of like a girl’s face, flushed, tilting down. Maybe it’s stories written by heart, recorded in the earth. Imagine under the moonlit sky, they will have a talk about it in…
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Mountain Has It’s Own Thermostat
In the heat wave, we entered the mountains, thinking maybe we made a mistake to pick such a hot day. But the deeper we go, the cooler it gets. As if it the mountain controls it’s own thermostat, isolated from outside world, I wonder if the sun ever penetrates through. In the deep cool air,…
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There’s Time for It All
“There’s time for it all. There’s time for being exhausted, and there’s time for being vigorous.”- Lao Zi There’s time for longing for the sunset, there’s time for being enchanted by the afterglow. Beauty in life lies in every bit of it.
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Life is for Sowing
“Life is for sowing, the harvest is not here. ” Vincent Van Gogh We are all planters, in the garden of life. Once you know it’s not your job to harvest, you can concentrate on planting. Pure joy!
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Dusk is a Poem
If dawn has secrets to tell, dusk has a poem to share. Listen! There’s a voice without words, listen… Trees rhyme with the light pole, clouds humming by the side.
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A Window Where Summer Meets Fall
In the cascade of light, there’s a window, where summer meets fall. Season’s feet are sneaky, yesterday was all green, today climbing up with red leaves.
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Bobcat
On our way into the mountain, saw this bobcat. It was a hot day, I could see him panting with mouth open, but his eyes were still sharp, can cut the air.
My Journey
I like to map my journey, keep track of my path, which includes my mind and thoughts.
This blog is to jot down things that matter to me, how I arrived where I am and how I process my stride. This is to leave my mark for this trip, for similar souls down the road that are meant to connect, through time or space.
This site is devoted to my father, the person who led me to this world and helped me to find my place.
An Author, Dreamer, Traveler, Dancer, Yogi…
My Books: “Wistful Wind” (English)
“Wistful Wind 2” (English)
“思念的风” (Chinese)