Sweet

I heard I am too crazy to tell they are sweet and delicious. ½

Raw green beans are not, but corn-flakes which send a crisp crackling sound straight to the inner ear, and the chocolate flavor ice cream which the flakes dip in lingers in the slits of our teeth must be. Aren't them sweet?

How about egg yolk peanut cookies which are one of our servings in the Chinese New Year celebration? When fresh from the oven, the aroma of peanut fills the air and the taste erupts inside our mouth, and flow from every taste bud to rule our mind wordless. Aren't they sweet?

Mushrooms are certainly sweet. ½

Tiny Green Beans

An energetic morning. 

The mushrooms are stretching their neck and squeezing each other's head  trying to stand out from the crowd. Life is full of ambition.

They are as small as a green bean, and could be easily overlooked if someone is seven feet tall or more, so tall that the faces become smaller than a green bean. Tall is not always an advantage.

I have my advantage, with eyes relatively nearer to forest floor; I see their determined smiling faces and bright dark eyes, determining to forge friendship across the oceans.

"Hi, mushroom friends."

What a wonderful cyberlife.

Mushroom, One, and More

One is relax, more is busy.

The mushrooms in uniform are busy walking uphill to school one morning. More mornings later, one memory is fragmented, more of them could be very vivid.

One of them remembers, when in high school, sitting a few tables away, always looking at a girl, and only looking at the girl, in the library.

The one mushroom liked to buy more sweets in pink colour, because pink is the colour of her lips.

Once was sweet, it is sweeter more years later.

One is a dot of simplicity, more is so dottily beautiful.

Mushrooms are Beautiful

"And I do wonder, who's manipulating us in our daily life, that we don't realize, to do or believe things that we wouldn't ordinarily?" 

I am always hypnotized, because I am suggestible, and I withdraw my camera from the backpack involuntarily. I begin shooting. 

Mushrooms are beautiful, I believe. I think I am pre-programmed to believe whatever it is. I have to believe. 

You are hypnotized, whenever you follow me. I do not, but mushrooms do. They shape you. 

Mushrooms are beautiful, you believe. And this repeats in every weekend. You have to believe.

Mushrooms are beautiful. Mushrooms are beautiful. 

Mushrooms are beautiful.

Beautiful.

Yellow Mushrooms

I would not ask for everything, I have nowhere to keep all these; it hurts too if excitement overflows.

When joy comes bit by bit, this makes the quota last longer.

Mushrooms today come in abundance, but joy is simple. Joy is even simpler after a lot of perspiration on the hiking trail.

Mushrooms are like a library, I can flip through the books of dreams of the forest whenever I want. How far I can go this library is never a constraint, it depends on how good I interpret and how deep I understand.

A tiny mushroom is sky-big, a big sky overwhelms my playground, small Cerok Tokun. I am an old simple mushroom man.