Yesterday I went back to Malaysia. It is the blossom season of my hometown. All of the tree are abloom in a variety of color as sakura. These tree will blossom twice per year. They make my town becomes romantic. I have no idea since when I home town have such many this kind of tree but it is so amazing.This beautiful view reminds me a poem that I love the most. It was written by a Chinese Author.
A Blooming Tree
May Buddha let us meet
in my most beautiful hours,
I have prayed for it
for five hundred years.
in my most beautiful hours,
I have prayed for it
for five hundred years.
Buddha made me a tree
by the path you may take,
In full blossoms I’m waiting in the sun
every flower carrying my previous hope.
by the path you may take,
In full blossoms I’m waiting in the sun
every flower carrying my previous hope.
As you are near, listen carefully
the quivering leaves are my waiting zeal,
As you pass by the tree
without noticing me,
My friend, upon the ground behind you
the quivering leaves are my waiting zeal,
As you pass by the tree
without noticing me,
My friend, upon the ground behind you
is not the fallen petals but my withered heart.
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