Taipei

My first step to Taipei.

The darkness veiled the night face of this city, only could feel it by the sweetness in the autumn air, like a tight hug through my lungs. Finally I am here, like waiting for the right time, grabbing a long hidden treasure that is long to be seen.



Always fancying the atmosphere of this island country, wondering how does it look like to sharing the origin of Chinese civilization, while blended with Japanese colonial cultivation. While discerning the similarity of cultural root, the unlikeness of having a foreign shadow gliding through the ambience sensationalizes the uniqueness and exotica of this country. Look alike, yet so different. Same blood, but divergent flows.



Ferris wheel reaching out to the sky, looking downwards the wet roofs reflecting the evening lamps like twinkling stars, night gale sang the melody of an early lullaby by gently hitting the window grids. Green neon light was shining through the air, turning slowly towards the end of a sweet goodnight.



Unhurriedly strolling through the hawker market, food and drinks not only were filling up the desire of the crowds but also the space in between flocks of people. Evening breeze was pulling the sunset off the horizon, leaving a flash of golden splendour before the dark.



Any artistic achievement of any humankind can never be compared to the hands of our motherland. Any poetic description can never be compared to the metaphor that characterizes the amazement of natural craftsmanship. Weathering stones are not any less stunning than the greatness of Grand Canyon. For how many years has sea wind been blowing to craft these impressive sculptures? It is for sure just less than half a second, something will be crafted in our hearts, like weathering, that never will ever be disappeared until it totally erodes our mind.



The aroma of tea still fills up my nostrils, together with the residual image of high-hanging scarlet lanterns stimulating my thought of this hillside small town, as a stale city stuck in the river of history, with flow of time running through slopes between old buildings, like rain washing through every rocky staircase.



Beautiful like a dream, allure of a city is just all about its simplicity.