Saturday 4/3
It was a chilly spring morning, After dropping my son in school sports field, I drove to a destination where its unique early spring scene attracted me. Tuned into radio, an interview between the hostess and two 11 graders from NYC was on. The topic is still Anti-Asian violence. As an Asian woman, instead of feeling angriness, I felt sad and empathic when I heard “Panic” and “alert” from the two young girls’ mouths. The girls said they have to carry a bottle filling up with black pepper powder everyday as a self-protect tool whenever they went outside. Their voice was not aloud, not firm, not radical, but was powerful for me. As a resident of an inclusive and friendly small town in CT, luckily I didn’t have any bad experiences related with racial discrimination or racial hatred. But their panic is totally understandable for me, since in the past 2 weeks, more and more anti-Asian violence happened in public areas of NYC…
Parking my car in the parking lot of American Eagle bank, I walked to my landscape with eagerness of capturing the breath-taking fleeting scene I observed when I drove by. Looking in distance， it was such a nice picture, but standing in front of it, the beauty disappeared，there was nothing really special , but from there I found a nice place hiding in the trees and bushes along the roadside...
开花的的红枫或是糖枫
北京的梨花已白了枝头，这的还是灰白色的小花蕾
