Chinhooi Zhenhui

 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...

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...

 Very little sleep he gets  in recent days he doesn't always crave sleep he's just plagued by fatigue amidst the chaos of time and space no passing cars would take him away boarding a grey-green plain bus  he is relieved however the bus never stops no matter where it passes such a trite scenario really happened in his brain the anxiety was real passing through the grand canyon it was real the disconsolate passengers it was all real the bus didn't stop until he opened his eyes  and woke up by accident the other half of him getting out out of bed slowly turning on some light entering a new day of life not surprised by what was taken away from him he already believed that no matter where he was he could never get out of the destiny  of his childhood.

Standing on top of a tall building looking down on the semi dark city perhaps this is too high a sense of crisis arises cold wind blows  my hair cold from within flows  out my eyes a driving force spurring  me on times are changing fast that's the message i got from the landscape the concrete forest  is full of wild and hungry beasts i think i have to survive pointless hedonism has been abandoned it's time to act the end is either  destruction or redemption well that's matter of the future. 

A vector that runs from negative infinity to positive it strings everything from past to present if you abide by its line you can find the roots that have gone astray you can find the future that lies ahead time is a paintbrush that smudges green on the field then turns it yellow meanwhile time is a magic wand that changes everything it makes leaves marcescent it makes flowers fragrant time is a fountain it nourishes the hearts of lovers it makes their affections grow stronger and deeper  but at the same time it's also a powerful carving knife it wears down the grievances smooths the differences between people engraves all the beauty on their minds time is a touchstone it exposes those  things that only shine outwardly restores their former tones  time is a good unguent it heals all the pain and wounds leaving only happiness, wellness and hope time is the overlord of all societies it brings some down lifts some up in fact time is a merciless killer it will bury everyth...

 Listening to the wind  lapping at the water's edge dust that comes  from faraway still floating above the current exchanging some time with a few old trees we're waiting for the sun to set over the waterfall waiting for the rainbow to gather its brilliance and drown the basement  of the valley waiting for the starry eyes to gently slide into the field of dream  waiting for a native voice to shout out my nickname old laurel tree reclining by the waterside full of the chanting of cicadas and cygnets and fragrance of flowers that's brimming dilapidated storehouse must have been in disrepair for years and years watermill, dredge and pipe a hard scab of time a handful of fallen leaves at this point drift by placing a kind of ache on someone's heart.    

 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.

We never forget people need to eat and sleep to be alive people need to work and learn because these are the principles of life we must keep in mind sometimes i can't forget many troubles and qualms why haven't i forgotten them  yet it's not always a good thing to let certain memories remain  too long i know many things in life that shouldn't be forgotten i also know there are things that should and must be forgotten we can only try our best to clear out the misgivings scruples that make the heart die a little  each day so our inner space can be bright and spacious again our life can have back  and reserve its vitality and exuberance.