Sentiments during an Autumn Storm
Misty rain often wets the steps drip drop,
A pond of dying lilies, the most withered and dry.
Autumn fades, winter comes, spring will follow,
Seasons pass, people age without a trace.
Deep Autumn Feelings
Startled at the recurrence of first-heavenly seventh-earthly*,
At the corner of the sea, the autumn wind returns.
The pale moon appears bright and clean,
Everywhere the moonlight shines the same.
My hometown neighborhood a land of lakes,
Old country bereft and poor allover.
Gold Tall-building** cloud of war,
Spring Territory** cannon fire red.
Rivers mountains*** a hundred-thousand miles,
All under the same one light.
We had heard news from mainland China, but didn't know whether to believe it or not. Regardless, the rumors of war stirred up my emotions about my hometown.
*each year has one of ten heavenly and one of twelve earthly ordinals, making a full cycle of sixty. Labeling this year, we know it had been sixty years since (around 1954) of Taiwan's ceded to Japan (1895).
**The first characters of towns in Fujian province
***River-mountain means a territory, an area
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Sunday, August 10, 2014
A room of her own & a painting
A Sentiment
2.
Still lonely, empty maiden-room, nothing happening.
During the night, a snow storm, the season traps people inside.
Old friends, dribs and drabs, trace back the memories.
Accompanying me to sleep on this cold night, a single pillow.
In praise of Master Painter Zang Dachien
The country is broken, yet one painting master remains.
In a far corner of the earth, at a casual meeting, acquaintance with his sophisticated manner.
Upon arrival at the capitol, the commanding movement of his paint brush,
Imaging the Great Wall, our nation's eyebrows will lift.*
Zang Dachien was a famous contemporary painter/artist. I stayed at a friend's house, Mr. Yang, who had made a lot of money, and was very hospitable. One day, Mr. Yang asked Mr. Zang to dinner and invited me to join them to meet him. I knew all about his work and observed his manner. The UN building was just finishing construction and Mr. Zang was asked to paint a mural for it. He had picked the Great Wall as a theme and was very excited talking about this commission.
*expresses pride vs. down-turned eyebrows which express shame
2.
Still lonely, empty maiden-room, nothing happening.
During the night, a snow storm, the season traps people inside.
Old friends, dribs and drabs, trace back the memories.
Accompanying me to sleep on this cold night, a single pillow.
In praise of Master Painter Zang Dachien
The country is broken, yet one painting master remains.
In a far corner of the earth, at a casual meeting, acquaintance with his sophisticated manner.
Upon arrival at the capitol, the commanding movement of his paint brush,
Imaging the Great Wall, our nation's eyebrows will lift.*
Zang Dachien was a famous contemporary painter/artist. I stayed at a friend's house, Mr. Yang, who had made a lot of money, and was very hospitable. One day, Mr. Yang asked Mr. Zang to dinner and invited me to join them to meet him. I knew all about his work and observed his manner. The UN building was just finishing construction and Mr. Zang was asked to paint a mural for it. He had picked the Great Wall as a theme and was very excited talking about this commission.
*expresses pride vs. down-turned eyebrows which express shame
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