Hence, by the decree of 陶导

I.

Plum trees lining straight by path bracing for winter

Geese treading snow veering off to god knows where

 

Life's wear and tear all condensed to the temples,

The Moon one sees,well actually, mirrored in one's heart

 

 

III Friday marks the end of a squandered week, when KPI woe me haunting at this day of reckoning.