TEA HOUSE IN RUINS
Quiet still, walk in and hear.
ROOFS IN BEIJING
Range upon range of the roofs.
Gray and dimly awareness.
BEIJING’s HUTONG Oct. 2011
The smell of ancient memory in it’s deep sleep.
Sour and bitter, climbing on the worn gray bricks.
Something’s missing, something’s forsaken.
WATER IN YUAN MING YUAN
Leaves on the lake.
See through the steady water surface, is the broken history there?
IN THE YUAN MING YUAN
Broken bridge in this chilly autumn.
First post to mourn for the grim memory.