Chinhooi Zhenhui

Hundreds of them blossoming and flourishing   grass is thriving it's a vibrant scene the layout of the garden bugs, ants and worms living happily in the ground moles with little mouths and fat bellies i gave them all the leftovers in an unstinting manner a friend who saw the wonders in the garden residents would say "i don't know if you're a good person but the way you make the cats and the mice  neighbors they're natural enemies, you know" "you need to have some compassion as a human", i answered "or open mindedness  in this generation they're all God's creations just like us aren't they?" "100%"

 Precious sword of cyan bronze the power of which unmatched as poems of mythology always tend they never tell you the final answer like the five greats he suffered from east to west he ran and searched through battles and ambushes they keep coming up but the eventual green spirit and heart disappeared like the dearly departed a return to mundane ashes and dust only despair surges to the surface the answer is actually simple it is in the midst of his throes first, the swordplay of Jade Maiden second, the toad skill and serpent staff  third, the dog beating staff technique fourth, the time flicking skill fifth, the melancholic palm  one of the five is a riddle waiting to be solved as is the world  waiting to be saved evil waiting to be destroyed the countdown to the choice  is on the godly condor splits the peak the earth turns to peace the secluded rainbow of romance will streak  across the clarity of the victory.

 Life  what does it look like many have thought about it inks and papers have been used up to describe it even now  it's difficult to explain it roundly some would say life is a flower so beautiful and fragrant but flowers are fleeting so fleeting that it makes people melancholic  some people say life is honey it's a thick flowing liquid  and you can taste the bitterness of it that makes you weep sometimes some compare life to a mountain trail it's long and winding and rugged but that's not absolute there are those who don't need to walk it i remember a poem once it likened life to a vast ocean but no one has ever thought about this in great detail that even the biggest ocean can't hold the weight that is life well i guess life is life in this vague earthly planet life is both the same and different from others so real and yet,   so unsure there is light and darkness light is the bright sun for instance and darkness filthier than the gutter there is lo...

Sometimes they're out and about on the edge of the woodland sometimes they're not in early winter they take the last few bites  of the grass that's left with their heads down a flock of sheep the horns on their heads gently harms  the skin of the earth the sheep are scrambling the marching order is a little chaotic the shepherd woman begins to yell the field of vision is not wide open i can still see the gray wolfhound staring majestically under the poplar tree that's lost its leaves  suddenly it snarls and runs towards the rattled flock suddenly the swollen formation shrinks the status quo was quickly restored and the shepherdess, the dog and the sheep began another round of silence.

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.

The east the eternal east you were here when i came you're still here when i left the sun rises from here cloaked in full armor of gold it walks up to the sky from the cerulean waves of the sea going the same way toward same direction every day rolling its blazing flames until dusk eventually sleeps on the sandy shores of silver if i had a sailing boat i would go to the coast of eastern glow when the sun rests on seabed i'd get there get the glory load it at the break of dawn from then on i will have no worries i will start work at sunrise and return home at sunset ecstatic smiling sending warm greetings to everyone around me i want them to be as inspired i want to leave samples of happy keep the flora that's sappy build an immortal temple for the divine deities of different times i want to tell everyone the story of the eastern ocean the story my ancestors told i want to tell it like they did i have found the brilliant eastern realm may they find similar truer happiness th...