Appreciate Beauty, Appreciate Life

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I was going to see the maple leaves
To appreciate maple leaves
we cannot just watch one maple tree
After three hours’ driving
I was approaching the maple forest
The closer we approach a maple forest
the more disappointed we are
In our imagination
maple leaves should be exuberant
with a very brilliant red
In fact
we can never see this kind of red
In the sun
the leaves of maple forest have three colors
red, yellow and green
When we are close to them we will find
every leaf is gnawed
and it has not a pure color but a withered one
To appreciate beauty
we must choose the best moment, the best angle,
and the best distance
if we have never approached something beautiful
we will never know
which distance, which angle would be the best one for appreciating
It is only life that teaches us how to appreciate it

Maple Leaf

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Maple Leaf
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From a hillside
from a forest
by a soft hand
is picked up
this leaf-shaped heart
Perhaps it has no deep meaning
but a mark hit by frost
This reminds me
of a dusk a shade of forest
from a small mouth that wanted to say but stopped again
from my shoulder
the afterglow that was gently blown away
and now comes back to heart
especially heavy
I may deny this piece of maple leaf
deny it, like rejecting a kind of intimacy
However henceforth
whenever the wind blows
I always cannot help turning my head
listening to the helpless tremble on your twigs