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Gift of the season

The late autumn

sunshine sometimes

seems strangely


is it due to

the ebullient call of

that row of maple

sitting in the afternoon city

looking into the distant mountains

leaves quietly fall

wondering whom has received

the gift of the season.


Scenery in autumn

Under the eaves

the rain ticking

like a clock

counting the green-colored past

counting the tangible flowers

wandering leaves

autumn rain is an elegant feeling

autumn wind is the memory flying

above the branches

autumn is a colorful picture

a profound quiet

a touch of autumn sun

shining on the ancient walls

the stone path

lilies blooming in a corner

bringing a trace of surprise

bringing a plume of fragrance

to the mellow season.


Autumn approaches

Autumn approaches

with the posture of smoke

the season is not a disapperance

it’s a secret existence

it’s not desolate

it’s a magical hiatus

it’s not bleak

it’s a beautiful start.



Scent of autumn

Autumn in September

harvest is expected

the sky in September

high and bright

the earth put on a colorful suit

like a touch of sunset

autumn in September

fragrance of grains

floating in the air

the field in September

sprinkled with gold

autumn wind playing the music of harvest

in good golden season

farmers embracing time with busyness

the windy scent of autumn

larks are singing

kissing the autumnal light

a kind of happiness flowing warmly

into the hearts of people.



Outside the car window

Outside the car window

rain falling lightly

mist shrouding lines of trees

anxious car horn

urging the pace of spring


in a forlorn

hot pot restaurant

the warm smile

of the waiter

warm as cherry blossom

in the rain.

The story of spring

When winter is slightly tired

spring quietly opens the floodgate

spring breeze rippling

spring water flooding

misty rain drifting

flowers smiling

waiting for the passionate bees and butterflies

to brew a pot of love

the willow is telling

a flowery story

the fragrance of canola flowers

permeating every corner of the filed

little yellowe flowers singing

a song of hope

the bees hum a love song

and fly to the garden of springtime

the butterflies flap their wings

and searching for a floral sea

songbirds cheering

sprinkling songs of happiness

along the way

the world is filled with songs

that praise the springtime

clouds are listening quietly

perusing the beautiful garden of spring

the story of spring.

Early spring

Early morning

the magpies open the door of dew

rest in the silence of the courtyard

lamps open their arms

and greet the early spring

cheese and candy piled up

into warm blessings

that overflow the whole house

time snuggled in arms

cats and dogs under the red-green wall

waiting for breakfast

a flowery affair begins

a dainty girl shakes hands with words

and words quietly pervade

and lastly she disappears

in endless reading.

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