espresso

drink espresso with a woo-long tea cup; it tastes still like espresso.

fluffy pills

hung up coats, folded sweaters. winter's gone, only fluffy pills left on sweaters.

look into the sky

haiku in the morning

cut oranges then cut apples; the apples have fresh orange smell.

sunday afternoon, winter

on the floor, the shadow of trees looks thin and skinny.

bij (seed)

a story from india:
a boy asked his father about the universe.
his father looked at a big tree on the top of the hill and asked this boy to pick up a fruit dropped from the tree. the boy came back with a fruit. the father then asked him to break this fruit. inside this fruit, there were a lot of seeds. the father asked him to take one seed and break this seed. then the father asked what the boy saw inside this seed. the boy said "there's nothing inside. it's empty." then his father said "this big tree comes from an empty space inside the seed, so does the universe. "

sunday afternoon

lying on the floor with legs and hands widely open, i feel relaxed and bored.

moon salutation

how lonely the moon is.

frog

basho's haihu

old, quiet pond, a frog jumped, plop!

october

the wind gently sways the leaves and my mind as well.

it was so close....

my friends and i exchange the miseries of missing a train.
the story always started like……the train approached, I rushed to the platform from the ticket office, …

running fast) the bell of the train rings, i stood at the entrance of the platform and just watched the train to depart.

running faster) i arrived at the door of the train just in the very last second, griped the handle of the door, felt the train move slowly from my hands...on the platform.

running very fast!!) i entered the train at the very last minute, standing by the door gaspingly. the train started to move. i breathed a sigh of relief, and watched the train on the other side of the platform that was also ready to depart. then, i saw the sign of that train and realized that i just took the wrong train to the opposite direction.

sometimes it really does not matter that you run or don't run, or how fast you run.

abacus and calculator

my grandmother used to use her old, wooden, noisy abacus. I asked why she did not replace the abacus with a calculator. She answered "you can take airplanes, you can take cars, but you still have to go to your bed on foot, isn't it?"

smart, honest, correct

"smart, honest and correct," a friend told me this expression (more like a theory, actually), "these three characters never exist in one person at the same time." Try to apply this theory to myself and people around me, find it is interesting and very true sometimes.

hey hey

hey hey (black black) is a totally black cat, from his ears to his tail. his favorit bed is a black chair. when he sleeps on that chair, you can hardly notice his existence if not watching carefully. put a yellow collar on his neck to make him easier to be seen in the evening, but he seems not care about this new "necklace" at all. Still, he appeares without making a sound, jumps onto the chair, yawns, and then sleeps for another 16 hours.

paris

lit a cigarette, drank a glass of beer, the girl at the next table in the cafe looked into the street, focused and unfocused.

napoli

one afternoon in napoli.
it was drizzling, the air was cold, the street was never quiet. i narrowed my eyes to reduce the glare of the sun, and enveloped myself into a bar.

summer

36.4℃, taipei.
looking at the pacific ocean without thinking about anything... it's summer.