e.e. cummings - anyone lived in a pretty how town

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
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come to know about the poet and this poem through "If there is a season". Although what I heard from the play wasn't exactly the same as the poem, it still touched me somehow......

some intro on the author E.E. Cummings(1894 - 1962)
an American poet, painter, essayist, and playwright. His body of work encompasses more than 900 poems, several plays and essays, numerous drawings, sketches, and paintings, as well as two novels. He is remembered as a preeminent voice of 20th century poetry, as well as one of the most enduringly popular.
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天冷就回来

8月18日，《天冷就回来》下午场。剧情不算新颖，演员的唱功有待加强。不过，歌曲很经典，布景设计相当不错。男女主角的爱情故事，散场后我就记不太清楚了。但是比萨店老板说，妈妈临终时还喊着他的名字，对他说：“天冷了，就回来吧。”情节很老套。忽然想起，1999年日本东京的一个冬夜，我走过长长的冷冷清清的街来到一个孤单单伫立在一角的公共电话亭。遥远的新加坡的一个夜晚下起了大雨，妈妈起床关窗时，一直碎碎念，不知道那一夜我在什么地方过夜…….姐姐在电话那端如是说。冷冷的空气，让眼泪的温度更显著。8月18日，下了一场好大的雨，有点冷。

说故事的照片

曾经，因为身边摄坛高手围绕，总遗憾自己的望尘莫及。直到……她说，摄影技术好并不代表什么，一张好照片本身应该有说故事的能力。他说，好的照片一看就很有感觉，有些则需文字的辅助。于是，单纯地拿起相机，拍摄心中的画面吧。

新天地

喜欢旅行、喜欢摄影、喜欢不拥挤的空间、喜欢不务正业。当原有的空间开始拥挤，只好出走，另寻一片天。

When the branches fell

Not too long ago, there were reports on death caused by falling branches. My sis warned me to be more careful when I go for my trek.

Trust me, careful is not the word, LUCK is......

One cooling night, after having a nice gathering at Demsey Hut, I was walking towards the carpark with siblings. We heard a slight "tsk tsk" sound, the next second a few branches landed on the floor, creating a loud "bang". One of them brushed against my temple and hit hard on the shoulder. OUCH!

But, what a close escape! Just another cm to my left, I will be labelled by the media as "Another victim of falling branches".

I was told to listen carefully for suspicious sound, apparently it doesn't help. When the branches decided to fall, they will come fast and hard.

And I guess, it works the same for any kind of accident. So, instead of telling someone be careful, maybe we should change to GOOD LUCK?