- Today's tale -

Destiny
At age of 33, the new line in her palm takes her life to the world of unknown.

- Old tale -

Unbearableness
It’s a lonely thought that I’m different from others;
it’s rather more unbearable to find out that I’m just one of the crowd sharing the same feelings with most of the human beings.

- Old tales -

Soul searching
Please give me a pair of glasses for my soul.

About a bold man
There is no grass on that little piece of land...

- Today's tale -

Shortage
"Ask me questions. Don't you have any questions?" he asks
again and again.
She looks through all her pockets. The only thing she can find
are answers.

- Old tales -

Rain
Rain, like fine feathers
falls in the garden
to kiss
the thirsty
flowers

Desperation
My life is an inkless pen writing “hope“ on the boundless universe

- Today's tale -

Nonesense
Life is not getting better or worse; it's simply getting more complicated.

- Old tales -

Odes to Autumn
How could autumn breeze know the withered leaves are still in love with the branch?

Wind is unwilling to let the dead leaves go, so it turns the leaves into numerous yellow butterflies, flying under the autumn blue sky.

- Today's tales -

Untitled
Life is nonsense. It is what it is.

Happiness
Hours hard work for seconds happiness

A losing race
I change faster than my art; the world changes faster than me

- Old tales -

Tragic poet
My imagination is like a bird without wings.

Old-fashioned
His thoughts are so old that even the national historical museum refuses to collect them.