"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
Leakage in wheat field in the depth of the story, forgetting the seeds harvest scenery, a code of reclusion in thin soil
Ink dyed a silent heart sutra, stare at sunset red shadow, read hidden within the cheongsam fragrance the rhythm of the flow has spread
Out of the four seasons of lost for the first time, like a frame the greedy collection on the ancient paintings, dormant seeds make deserted white freehand brushwork in traditional Chinese painting