同一件事可以从不同的角度看，会有截然不同的心情。近日我的儿子的棒球队在Dunbar参加省赛，我每天都在哪儿。
上周下雨，许多日抱怨天气。上周日一大早又比赛，我们很早去，天下着小雨，我在静静的街道散步，写下这首小诗：


静巷蒙新雨，
幽香凝翠松，
亮绿点点红，
疑是步画中。

In the early morning of last Sunday, I walked at 33th St. (&Dunbar) to Pacific Park. It was slightly raining. The street is so neat, quiet, and fresh. A special fragnance indented to the favor of tall pine that made me to find out where the fragnance came from. Maybe from the that flower or the tree across the street? I went to find out but it seems not from them. Oh, maybe from myself. Red hatted my son's team were pre-practice before the game. Those fresh red colour moving on sharp green coloured grass made me wondering I was walking in a beautiful oil painting.