Thursday, October 4, 2018

人生短短 - Life's Short



As I practised my brush writing, I lamented the follies of my youth; not starting on this pursuit when I was a child.  I yearn how much time I had frittered away; how much more time left before perfecting my handwriting?

層層危樓更無限 Each tier of this high tower, each tier of greater view,
西邊烏斑疑飛雁 Darkened spots in the west, I wondered if they are flying geese.
陶醉光景幾何久 How long would one be inebriated by this scene?
夕陽沉沉墨人間 The setting sun slowly inking the mortal world.



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