Chinhooi Zhenhui

In a secluded place there's a little house of mine where the wind the rain lightning and dark clouds sunrise and evening stars snails and orioles sakura and snow swallows and spring breeze orchids and autumn friends and foes loved ones and strangers all the people i know from the books you and the flowers of dream and time had come and gone like a little letter carrier.

 A lake filled with blue autumn water it ripples  as if soaring migratory birds reflecting the countenance of colored mountains swelling with the reverie and mystique tugging  on wings of emotions curling up waves of passion layer after layer burying love at the bottom the lake filled with fragrance of autumn woods shadows of maple trees swaying of branches kisses the echoes of feelings drips of autumn notes swinging the bond of love the lake fluttering reddish longings blinking  with words of love in the depths of blue each wild cloud crosses its chest with affection skies in the distance that's the call of love merging merrily  colors like cyan and ecru.