Sunday, February 21, 2016

Another 55 Years

How much I know about mushrooms is that much I know about myself. Is this true?

I took 55 years to know that I am able to complete a marathon run. It took also the same years for me to fall in love with mushrooms, though a second is good enough to trigger the chemistry of love.

I have more than one dream and they are messy. I shall need another 55 years to sort them out. Will you stay to witness who I am by then?

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Dreams live on

It is not right to say I have a dream, dreams are mass produced everyday.

Many are so dust-covered, but many years later, dreams remain fresh and show no signs of holiday or working man blues.

We grow old, dreams never. It is like lines of writing, sentences spoken, or Superman, dreams make all things alive.

Mushrooms come mushrooms go, dreams live on.

My small dreams about photography and marathon come true, in which new crazy dreams spin off.

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.