
Devil's Lake Half-Day Trip
The clouds smoothed over the dip in the hills across the lake like a layer of butter, so lovely.

The clouds smoothed over the dip in the hills across the lake like a layer of butter, so lovely.
If one day my salmon nigiri got full of itself and turned to the tuna nigiri next to it and said, "Ha, I'm way better than you," I'd probably scoop it right off the plate and send it to stand in the corner and think about what it did.

Meanwhile, my neighbors were out sunbathing, some grilling, some even swimming. I'm pretty sure their lungs are made of steel.

The king of beasts opened his jaws, baring his fangs with a fierce look, and the whole crowd gasped in awe.
So many people kept batting the balloons back and forth, keeping them from touching the ground, as if that alone could stretch out the piece that had just ended, could let them hold on a little longer to a feeling that was already slipping away.

Spotted a goose that had wandered into the crane crowd, its dopey little face so cute.
But another part of me felt something stir inside, as if something had been shaken loose.
Guess how long it took me to finally get a pair of glasses that actually worked?

Turns out I had dug myself a huge hole, but I am having so much fun down here.

I have always found it odd that the Chinese expression for "attracting bees and butterflies" (招蜂引蝶) carries a negative connotation.
So why is it that meeting someone at a particular moment can determine, for the rest of a lifetime, whether they become family or friend?

At the library near my house, I spotted a slim little book sitting in the non-fiction section called "How to Save Time."

Some people are store-bought pudding; some people are homemade pudding.

For a lake to freeze that deep, it takes not one cold day, but many cold days, weeks, and months.

why do the protagonist’s traits resonate with me so much? I think it’s because she reminds me of my friends.

there would probably be beams of light shooting out from the soup right now, with chickens dancing happily behind me 🐔🐔🐔


I think every change begins with a sense that something is wrong.

It handles mixed-language sentences quite well. For example: “我覺得那家 ice cream shop 的 Gelato 很好吃,下次我想要吃 strawberry 口味的!” This code-switching sentence was actually dictated using Typeless.

Why am I taking this photo? Will I actually look at it? Or will it be used at my funeral?

When you insult someone, you should pick someone who surpasses you in every aspect so that you don’t come out at a loss.

A friend mentioned that it doesn’t look like a snowman, but more like a piece in Chinese Checkers.

Life is a Lavish Gift acts as a staircase built through Wu Kun-sheng’s essays, hoping that readers might stand upon these steps to draw closer to the true light of Christ.


If no one “likes” or “claps,” why am I still writing?
Finally, the Journey to the West series is coming to an end.

“I’ve never seen snow in my entire life. I really want to.”

“one family cooks chicken, and the whole neighborhood smells the aroma.”

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Before the trip even began, as foodies, we had already saved a long list of restaurants on the Google Map.
Why is it called "Journey to the West?" Simply because this is a travelogue written by someone who lives in Wisconsin and traveled west to California. lol

Christmas is just a few days away, and the following project is something I have wanted to do for a long time. That is, to put together a few of my favorite hymns and arranged them into a Christmas medley.


As the name suggests, Post-Vacation Syndrome (PVS) is the collection of behaviors and feelings people often experience after coming back from a trip.

Writing piano covers feels a bit like translation. You take a song performed by a full band and rewrite it so it makes musical sense on the piano, which gives me a sense of accomplishment.

The page showed a FedEx tracking link so I could check where the package was.

What kind of person writes such music? What were his thoughts about music? Any composers he likes or dislikes?

Yesterday afternoon, I went to Chicago to hear Hayato Sumino's piano recital.



Here is the delicious dinner.

Recently, I’ve been thinking about this question quite often, and I find it really intriguing, so I’d like to try answering it.

Early in the morning, Samuel and I went to Devil’s Lake to see the fall foliage and celebrate our birthdays.

I have a bookmark folder in my browser called “music,” where I’ve saved all kinds of wonderful music-related resources I’ve found over the years.

One day while improvising, I played the opening eight measures by chance and thought they sounded nice.

I joined Facebook in 2009 and have been using it for almost ten years now.
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