16 degree, the weather is cloudy and it is nice. I went to the art centre in Brisbane’s Culture Centre. There is a nice place which full of fine arts. When I saw them, I suddenly realise art is so different to different people. One master piece will lead to thousand comprehensions. Different people see different meaning from it. I wonder what the stories behind the art are. Are they crying for expressing freedom and rebellion? Or are they just describing the history and feeling of their time?

The arts are the soul of human being. They are alive. I saw souls and emotion within them. They move by the colour and they tell by the paint. It is like stories told by the world itself. They are the motioning history itself.

Now, it is getting colder but it is ok. I wish I can live like the art. So I can rewind back to when the motion last. The moment of beauty last.

But, could I?

Only God knows.

岁月偷闲

有时，当我走在那无限的现在时，会偷偷静止时间，再感受那种孤寂感。


过往生活，去去走走般使自己迷失于浓雾之中。偶尔抬头，望见那淡淡的月光，就像在忙碌的时

间停下并偷偷的透口气，再望下四周看看那忙碌的世界，但自身的时间仿佛停止不动。如此喘口

气再抽离出繁忙的自己。


仔细想想，那瞬间，淡淡的解脱错觉，就像嘲笑着不知为何而忙的自己。这种感触像杯陈年红酒

，得细细品尝。喝得太多会眩目酒醉，太少又不能体会到它的涩香，得先慢慢从酒香开始感受再

想象它在酒桶里的岁月，再细细的用舌尖想象那苦涩的酸味。


酒，喝完了。时间，动了。是时候整装上路了。


是的，时间就像一场无目的地的长跑，《阿甘正传》中的阿甘就是此中好手，低潮了，跑吧!奔

跑能把忧伤抛下。人生高峰了，再跑吧!为了再度挑战自己的可能性。


最后，奔奔走走，累了。停下休息，才能无悔的品尝时间这杯涩酒。酒醉无悔，来，各位干杯!

A story of a city

Sometime someplace somehow, it is so different yet familiar.

Winter tells a story of a city of river. A story wrote by the scarlet sunset, the violet night and the enchanted moon.

On the balcony I stood, wind blows and stars shine, it’s a tale of the foreign lonely sky. Gaze upon the scenery, only the sound of moonlight whispering.

Only now, I see. Only now, I hear. Only now, I feel. It is just another lonely chapter of the tale from bluest dark sky.