莫听穿林打叶声,何妨吟啸且徐行。
竹杖芒鞋轻胜马,谁怕?一蓑烟雨任平生。
料峭春风吹酒醒,微冷,山头斜照却相迎。
回首向来萧瑟处,归去,也无风雨也无晴。
苏轼
(三月七日,沙湖道中遇雨,雨具先去,同行皆狼狈,余独不觉.已而遂晴,故作此.)
Sunday, September 30, 2012
incredible indeed
(It is indeed incredible i actually did write something in 2012. Unbelievable.)
365days is a long time actually.
seriously, in January perhaps you would feel you were still stuck,
by April, you could have been freed,
and by September, your soul is looking for its wings again
...
so it goes on and on
and you lost count of the seasons
the years
(as for today, i would like to keep a record of me having chicken pox, at the age of 46, in Borneo, watching china's new map in making, watching salmon rashdie's traumatised past, actually sitting down watching tv, incredible.)
365days is a long time actually.
seriously, in January perhaps you would feel you were still stuck,
by April, you could have been freed,
and by September, your soul is looking for its wings again
...
so it goes on and on
and you lost count of the seasons
the years
(as for today, i would like to keep a record of me having chicken pox, at the age of 46, in Borneo, watching china's new map in making, watching salmon rashdie's traumatised past, actually sitting down watching tv, incredible.)
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