(1)
Rattan chairs still wet
round table glazed with raindrops—
meeting after storm
(2)
Lotus in full bloom—
sisters wander, side by side
two shadows on water
(3)
Music drifts through air—
gathered beneath the awning,
weekend concert time
(4)
High in mountain air,
a ceiling fan spins gently—
cuts the blaze of noon.
(5)
Lotus shadows drift—
vines lie deep in silent green,
the breeze signs no name.
(1) Clouds drift away taking joys and sorrows of the fleeting life (2) purple dusk sky— geese flying over my head, trails lost in twilight (3) soft flower fragrance— primrose upon the roadside, childhood half-awake (4) sunset on the lake— a small boat drifts silently, tree-shadows ripple
(1) bright light lingers softly on her smiling face after long rains (2) Oysters on the ice, whispering salty secrets— I lick my lips back. (3) Neon on wet stone— a lobster’s wink in the glass, the tide of hunger.
山海相隔五载归，
故园旧貌焕新姿。
溪边垂柳随风动，
墙外青藤绕竹篱。
It began as a simple birthday dinner—four of them, each ordering one dish. One was the “Vegetable Roll”: vibrant greens wrapped in translucent rice paper, delicate enough to admire before eating.
八月的风，带来第一缕秋的气息，轻轻拂过校园的林荫道。
桂花在枝头悄然盛开，金黄细碎，暗香袭人；捧在手心时，芬芳中渗出一丝凉意。
秋日的湖与天，不言不语，却自有一份悠长的温柔。
它让人懂得，真正的宁静，并非没有声音，而是风声、水声、雁声与心声相互交融，在天地间回荡，最终归于澄明与自在。