In this winter.we come to such place—great lake.there look like

the arctic.vast，a big Plain.and have many lakes.it’s so different my

hometown.my forest.it’s her hometown.

my boy yino

When side by side two rabbits go,
Who can tell the buck from the doe?

ablution2

when I walking to my studio. always looking some nice plants in garden,
Those exiguous flowers like star fall of the lawn.for the bug.there re
what beautiful and large world. for human It’s not matter.
after I tooked these things.

The gardening worker removed all…so It’s always in my memory.

<Oil in the wood 22×30 >

On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,

and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me,

and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance

in the south wind.

That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed

to me that is was the eager breath

of the summer seeking for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near,

that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed

in the depth of my own heart.