Monday, January 23, 2012

Eve of The Passing Year

The first blossom of plum flower is the harbinger of spring. Ice is melting, river is flowing, birds are singing, festival is coming. Like the colour of grass shoots coming out of the bank by the flowing river, the end of winter marks a new beginning of everything after a mirthless long cessation of life. This is the point where farmers in the mainland China would start sowing their fertile land, plant their crops in hoping for better life quality, longevity, happiness.

After the eve of the passing year passed and the clatters of greasy dishes washed by their women heard in the kitchen, in next morning the clouds vamoose in the sky like a time-lapse movie.

I, Sir Pok Deng, would like wish my Chinese readers, Gong Xi Fa Chai!