A Hope…

A hope, in expectation and anticipation, is the longing and desire by the belief in the possibility of its occurrence; as in darkness, a dim light glitters along the path.

The scent in the night

 

The scent reminds me that you have gone.

Yellow Flower

   

                                 

                                         朵朵黃花盛開凋謝飄落地上碾作塵土



They blossom then wither,

They fall on ground and become dust.

A sense of impending doom

The world of flower

With all kind of ill-treatment and wretchedness, languish in jail,
a dissenter died shortly after detention.
In this world, each kind of flower has its own beauty;
a totalitarian regime has all different kind of wickedness.

The flower in the mountain

Without the mind of human, will the flower still exist? Is it all about the matter of intentionality? One thing for sure is that the flower will still live and die, as Shakespeare once said.

For information about “Intentionality”, Please read
http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/intentionality/


王陽明 Wang Yang-ming (1472-1529) 傳習錄卷下

先生遊南鎮, 一友指巖中花樹問曰：「天下無心外之物. 如此花樹在深山中自開自落, 於我心亦何相關? 」先生曰：「你未看此花時, 此花與汝心同歸於寂. 你來看此花時, 則此花顏色一時明白起來, 便知此花不在你的心外.」

For information about Wang Yang-ming, please read
http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/635432/Wang-Yangming

The Nocturne

The dandelions blow about in the December wind,
hundred of smaller florets drift apart.

十二月晚風
吹散一片蒲公英
地上滿目心事

I Will Remember Thee…

Our initial joy…our original purity

“They know what beauty is, see where it lies…”

"This is the flower that smiles on every one"

“When beauty lived and died as flowers do now”…”明朝花起應吹盡”