November,
Out of the blue
Cherry blossoms

Think of this riddle:
Do you know in which season leaves are
as beautiful as flowers?

IIt was a late autumn day when I saw the last sunflower blooming.
The autumn day, we went hiking.
The day that my life turned into a new chapter.
I hardly thought things that were tangible and seemed eternal could turn out to be nihilistic and drift for a moment like sand in my hand's palm.

I was standing on a mountain. Far away, in the thick clouds, a curve protruded on the horizon. I clicked the shutter, one minute later, mist disappeared, and I saw the peak of the other side's mountain. Then I woke up.

There are days being lit up by small things that make us incredibly happy. Some days are made of thin, light emotional threads so beautiful that we yearn for enough courage to reach out and touch them.

Reading a Haiku - the concise form of Japanese poetry in three phrases - is just like closing your eyes and breathing in the scent of nature.

Each Haiku is a miniature universe with just 17 syllables arranged in three lines, no rhyme or punctuation is required. At first glance, it is just a short poem. Still, the poet leads us through a narrow literary garden, immersing us in a vibrant realm of thought. This open horizon demands our fertile imagination.

A good Haiku can revive what has been deeply buried in memory, evoke delicate emotions, and, in the end, let the mind's eye fly high.
The summer night shudders at the sound of hands clapping, or nature speaks as a frog jumps.