Would you stop tickling me? 可不可以停止搔癢呢？
The sweet scent of peonies coiled with the fresh breeze coming from the Lake of Geneva, dancing around in and out of the garden. With the full hum life of bees in the background, I was in the garden and observed insects and plants–––one of my favorite things to do in the lazy Saturday afternoons. Again, I was in the mood to compose a Haiku, a Japanese poem...
Would you stop tickling me?
I am thirsty too,
This spring afternoon.