半夜驚醒，虛驚一場，夢卻回不去了。

雨中丟了傘，索性不去管它了。

有些會，一言難盡；大多數會，都是浪費生命。

三月的第一場雨

你怎知春來了？I just know. Can’t you see?

新年第一天，又是一年，只是一天，不知哪裡新。

隨風潛入夜，驚心。

01 Who has seen my friends?the streets come back to life candles in the shops 02 The sky awakes after a night of chaos heavy and lumpy

Fragile memory - if not spruced up, is a tomb in dirt and lichen

心中无一物才会真的感到幸福

很多时候，一年就如同过了四天，一季换一季。

I wrote a letter but I have no envelope - I forgot your name

Let it snow for a century.

Despite the distance we must have spoken a lot my cellphone felt warm

01 A flower blossoms when it's its time - nothing else it never says Nah. 02 A flower asks for some water and some sunshine and time and no more.

Outside the ice field, dogs pull the sled; inside home - firewood crackles.

What would you do if you could redo one thing in life?

昨天洗菜時在水池里發現一隻蝸牛，把它放在了窗台上，留了一片菜葉給它。今早它走了，頭也不回。

When a plane flies low I hear the air crackle - like a man clears his throat

下次你在十字路口再看到狗等紅燈變綠才過馬路，不必訝異。它只是隨大流。況且，大多數情況下它只是跟著脖子上的那根繩子走而已。

因為你不僅會看不見紅燈，還會覺得自己好渺小好無助。

耳蟲徹夜揮之不去，繞梁。

Gotta wrap it up and run.

每天通勤高峰時段裡，越多人越孤單。

滿街的陌生人陌生車，都不出聲，卻那麼吵。

越匆忙越慌張越淒惶越無處躲藏

With two-way tickets we rock and sway, push and shove - Day in and day out.

沒人卸妝，也沒人再裝。

刀叉吃煎蛋，彼此都尷尬，我和煎蛋。

日夜穿梭，晨昏不輟。說的就是通勤的我們。

據說大象的聽覺最靈敏，能聽見雲飄過來。其實我外婆也可以，她生前常說，雲來咯，下雨咯。然後，數個小時後，真的下雨了。

不論怎樣，要剝開一隻帶殼的東西，總要費點力氣。

我從未見過如它一般淡定的動物，什麼都打擾不了它的曬暖。

冬至年年有，今年因病痛格外難耐。

最愛冬日午後看陽光無心地鋪灑，疏影中有鴿子漫步或飛翔。

所謂冬天，還不就是指一個衰颯的老人矇然睡去？

漫長的小路上，只有我們兩個和斷枝落葉。

我在路邊看天空，鳥在樹下啄松果，松果不在意。

At a park’s corner —children and dogs run aroundseveral shoes are lost

An empty crossroads —a bird on the zebra linestops and looks around

persian blindsthe window rattles and quakesrolling shutter down

The same spot and timethe same tree remembers methe same beholder

a sports car —darts off in the rainreckless splash

two cedarbirdsfly into the lank shadow —a bald magnolia

the snowflakescan’t hide a flat tire —both flat out

the moon in twilight weak and feeble, old but still — a goose on the pond

the bird family chip and chirp — disagree on what to eat today

the older black cat slaps the little white kitten for the fresh tuna

songs of the eighties play and replay and replay tears of memory

lunch hour more and more eaters flood in the waitresses frown

a seagull takes wing before people get near — flies back when they pass

windy all day — when it abates at dusk the exhausted flags

the old bag lady gaunt and bony silhouette a small question mark

Life Group - 基督教團契，家庭聚会

my impatient hair — while waiting for the barber grows another inch

it springs, hops, and bounds — the crispy and limpid air Spring’s coming to town

Sunday sun whispers to the last row of the pew — the colored windows

the girl downstairs plays WITH her piano — nothing musical

每天我都是辦公室咖啡機的第一個使用者，笑它生氣又無奈的樣子，最後粉身碎骨。

在小區里正走著，猛一抬頭，滿滿一樹桃花搶先開了，滿園還都是晚冬的破敗。

pine cones fall one after another — the birds hesitate

日暮時分，倦鳥歸林，歸心似箭，怎奈車河泥濘？

最愛春日午後，閒坐翻書。天色忽暗，抬頭見是浮雲蔽日。倏忽天色復大放光彩，雲又追上，又暗一陣明一陣，直鬧了半個時辰。

春风里，大概是洗脸的吉日。

都市的樹枝藏在鋼筋混凝土叢中，人們找不到，鳥能。

望著孟春那一派天真的天空，有微風也有亂雲。 頗有中文「清風不識字，何故亂翻書？ “的意思。

late cherry blossoms the nonchalant late bloomers as late as Johnny

等我下樓時，花都開過了，貓也吃罷了早點，錯過了最早的那幾縷晨光。

so cold suddenly skyscrapers shrink and recoil bleak as if guilty

花自飘零水自流

神要我們愛鄰居。我不知该如何愛，但我愛她的音樂。

每個節氣我好像都會寫一首詩，是否節氣的日子就像一年中的里程碑？

such a sleepless night where did Mr. Sandman go?restless stars wonder

one church bell chimes more resonate in the wind confluence of rings

the farmer stands up spits into his hands — rubbing his sweaty hunchback

in a thunderstorm a fallen leaf reels and flops on another leaf

01jealous wind withers the peach and cherry blossoms — some white, some purple02how long can life be?green leaves think it’s four seasons petals disagree

rustling shoes and steps startle the cat at breakfast ear-prick, hush — nothing

琴手沒了琴才真的動了情

dryland willows caress the birch trees and nothingness the endless Gobi

我沒聽見，你也沒看見，天使昨晚一直在唱歌。

櫻花謝了，桃花開了。窗外，街上，枝頭，心裡好不熱鬧。

每個清晨，整條街道都是她的領土。

If a cat ignores you, it’s normal. If it runs to you, it’s hungry.

加班後的深夜比平常的夜更深些

每個每天擠地鐵的通勤者啊......

the moon inches up — Grandpa sips tea in his yard, admiring flowers.

Will there be rain?I consult a dark cloud — its face pales

Nature doesn’t forget; it just forgives.

after lunch a wooden cross on the wall the baby yawns

Looking at the lake, I suspect my reflection deeper than my thought.

大音希聲，大象無形。

Need to do something, under a moaning willow — weaving or knitting?

you can save a fish from thirsty or fishermen but not from crying

What makes me shiver, will make others shudder too, a chill — atishoo.

all lives live to die, what a mortal paradox — the dropping petals

落幕前，寫首告別詩獻給四月。

the cat awakes at the shading of the sun — the day is till young

Life is but a leaf, flips and flops, rolls and tosses, at a gust of wind.

去年封城時寫的，lest we forget.

油熱了，豆芽也長成了。

the pianist plays the piano pulls the strings the duo solo

When sunshine is scarce, the seasons become fuzzy — shadows drag longer

Before you know it You were forty, with mortgages headaches, sick parents.

Talking while walking, we get to know each other — the spring breeze and I.

Dinners get shorter but harder — grandma missing her lost teeth and youth

gloomy afternoon no one is fully awake coffee with caffeine

I look up a treea bird perches on a twiglet’s see who moves first

i climb up the hillto see the moon not the cloudthere is no hurry

where have they all gone?the butterflies in Summercocooned in Spring

mid Summer cicadas and crickets cry on day and night shifts

my dog pees at every tree it sees occupying a street

something's walking first thing in the morning somewhere in the woods

早晨散步見夾竹桃落了一地，昨晚不該怪它有毒害人流鼻血的。

morning sprinkles sifting through the firmament the vault of heaven

寫在江南入梅第一天

入梅第二天，下了一夜暴雨。

信眾唱詩，左右搖擺，似海浪。

說有暴雨，屏息靜氣靜待良久也沒來，白流一身汗。

游子身上衣

夕陽之美，不在其晚，在於其短。

亦稱Chinese wolf berries，枸杞。

城市太大，雨都下不過來。

空調一開，整個世界都安靜了。

the AC turns off a room of cold air seeps out — a slow punctured tyre

等日落，等雲來，回家。

等日落，等雲來，回家。

the old man snores his cat ponders the goldfish the endless hot wind

how far can it go?the morning sunshine reflects on the next window

the moon creeps up I lose her shadow inside the window

middle of July middle of the afternoon hot as a carrot

he and his corgi too cocky to stop and talk I walk my poodle

你還要怎樣更好的夕陽？

突然要下雨了，二樓的大叔滿不在乎。

I told my dog to shut up

splashes of water make a splash in the river splash — ’tis quite a splash

September whispers the foliage green and yellow gently sigh and fall

summer sun is gone the cool air under the shades untouched — intact

the trickling hours between midnight and twilight — the monotonyPhoto by Hiep Duong on Unsplash

leaf-laden footpath Autumn is saturated — waiting for something

總覺得不寫首關於牽牛花的俳句就不算寫詩的

even in Lisbonseeing pastel de nataI miss Lisbon*pastel de nata — Portuguese egg custard tart pastry*A nod to the great Japanese Haiku poet ...

入夜，溫度驟降，如一枚炸彈拋落湖心般措手不及。

Twilight即是黃昏也是黎明，即可以是暮光之城也可以是灑掃庭除，從淺夜到清晨，都是我們錯過的美好——我們在睡覺。

她每天都趴在那兒，除了吃東西喝水睡覺，什麼也不做。很想問她「悶嗎？」今年決定給她買個玩具，貓生也不该太虛度。

吾心安處是吾家

掛了一個禮拜，月亮也累了吧。