Light and Shadows

Day and night are separated by a foot of time, though thin but they are always well regulated. But darkness is naughty; he often hides himself in a quiet corner, waits to show up whenever possible. This “hide and seek” game that brings surprises most of the times will never end in the jungle.

When light brightens us up, darkness, at the same time, never fails to challenge: the more we face brightness, the longer he casts himself on the other side.

On the contrary, Light simply surrenders herself totally when darkness rules.

守株待兔 (Waiting for Hares)

A peasant in Song Dynasty accidentally met a hare running into a big tree one day. From then on, he came waiting for careless hares days after days under the same tree....

"What a good day! Oh ya, are you talking about me?" A spider yawns all its way while crawling from underneath a leaf.

"Let's check the preys that came dashing against my nest."

"Not again! Where are all the reckless things?"

And the story continues.

Morning

There were cicadas hiding everywhere in this early morning. They continued their love song as darkness was still colonizing the jungle.

I managed to trace one of them. When I tried to move closer then it shouted, "The ears had been bugging me for whole night long. Please not you again!" It stopped abruptly, and left at the same time.

I went to the tree for a night story, which was expected to be a mysterious one. But he pulled up the curtain. I saw little spirits hanging at the tip of leaves.

Darkness varnishes when sunshine overwhelms; this tree told that a story about brightness is worthwhile than a night one.

The Ears and Romance

I read a prose before went to bed Saturday night. It so happens then I find many trees growing ears in the Sunday morning.

These trees are bored silly by my nonsense week after week, thus ears are found moving higher and higher. When trees grow tall enough to kiss the clouds, ears will only listen to sweet nothings, and nothing more.

This is what they think.

I think otherwise. This will be a suffocating kind of high-altitude romance. They do not know how a moth that flutters about the fire will be.

They have a dream, a dream that better remains as a dream.

Not a Double-decker

Sorry, no double-decker please, though I am exhausted aiming at a tiny spider for far too long. In fact, I would never want to ride on a living double-decker.

Sorry, I shall not yield to your tease. I am not a real adventurer.

I am not a real adventurer, but trying to please you is another sign of mediocrity. Alice will not do the same in her Wonderland.

In A Morning

It was a raining night. It is a misty morning.

A spider has just waked up. It slides down from the top end, makes some arm stretching exercises, and stops by the dining table for a morning feast. How about a cup of hot coffee?

There are a few silken threads being loosely attached together, but are good enough to trap a careless flying ant.

I am interested to know when the spider will finished up the whole prey; it has no fridge.

But I have to move on; there is more to explore. I shall not finish talking to them when I am very old.

The Code

This is an ordinary web that can be found everywhere: inside and outside our house, or in the jungle, but we would never give the spiders any chance to colonize our home.

This is not an ordinary web that is placed between the fern leaves, and is encoded. I shall leave everything intact for someone wiser to solve later.

We see norms everyday, but those can be the opposite at the same time. Not all questions are answerable immediately, and not all mysteries can be unveiled.