Peck, In Spring

With the pace of time, we walked out of the hometown, experienced the prosperity of the big city and also realized the changes in human feelings; we have had sentimental love and a warm family. Some of those time-keeping poems and essays are hidden away while others are lost in the migration from one city to another. Leafing through the old manuscripts, I found that they had grown to a certain number barbarously. So, little by little, I began to sort out the poems I had jotted down and they became the four volumes of the little book, Pecking in Spring which are Pecking, In spring, the Past falls asleep and Fractional Times.