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Sunday, February 7, 2016

To Dream in Year of the Monkey

My whole week was occupied with installation of new machines, left no room for dreaming.

People said if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

I am lucky to have a Chinese New Year break, dreams revive.

I have dreams that are small and they do not change other people's life, but when they dry up, it is like the disappearance of phone booth to Clark Kent, though I am only Rainfield.

I need no "S" shield in order to dream while greeting you a prosperous Year of the Monkey, because this is as simple as to travel 54,000 kilometers in one somersault by Sun Wukong in Journey to the West, and because I am Rainfield.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

SD Card of Dreams

There is always madness in dreams, in which I keep whatever crazy things I love to have; dreams, as I know, can be borderless big.

I save all my dreams inside each of the tiny mushrooms. I have shared, but certain parts of them are password-protected.

I perceive dreams while walking, talking and writing. I can so plot and play them, and replay them.

And suddenly when I replay a sweet one, I shall smile, yet no one in the crowd will notice. This is the beauty of life.

And I always appreciate this beauty of life.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

We are Mushrooms

Night is super glue, it bonds everything included you, me and  mushrooms to become one whole black entity. 

You and I are then a mushroom.

Only when morning lights penetrate the forest, you and I happen to start shooting pictures of mushrooms, and blurting out, "Oh these little mushrooms, how beautiful they are!" 

It sounds like darkness never falls, we never close our eyes and we never dream. 

A mushroom is not more than a mushroom.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Bill the Lizard

“Why, they seem to put everything upon Bill ! I wouldn’t be in Bill’s place for a good deal. " It was about Bill the lizard that Alice was talking this time.

Poor Bill was just timid, just clueless, and just did not know what to do when facing Alice who was a thousand times bigger than him.

He decided to look into a telescopic lens which then turned him bigger and bigger, bigger in size and in confidence.

“Oh, so Bill could not come down the chimney anymore, couldn't he ?” said Alice to herself.

And Alice talked to herself again “ I wonder what the Rabbit will do next to Bill when he find Bill as big size as him.

"Certainly some bigger tasks than a chimney job."

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Doors On Mushroom

And I begin "fancying the sort of thing that would happen", like Alice does.

Behind a curtain there is a silver screen, and behind a door there keeps a dream.

Mushrooms mushroom, doors on them multiply, and dreams ferment.

A forest reaches for dreams needs to pick to unlock these doors, thus we witness  sunrise, fog, rainbows, thunder, lightning, earthquakes, showers, drizzling, bright light etc.

All these dreams add surprises to our lives; we dance in a whirlwind romance at one time, and stroll in a peaceful adventure at another, and sometimes one right after the another.