29 March 2009
My soul likes to travel, and, I think that's because I like to keep distance. Keep distance with others, from here to there. Suggest the intimacy is not a good idea for me though, for I can't stay too long, long enough to fall in love with a place, a person, a window view..... My soul likes to travel, and it seems I can't cope with that well. Maybe, just maybe my body don't agree with that idea. Yet, it's not my call..... Tell me is there an intimacy rule? that I wish to know..... How long is long enough? How close is close enough?
22 March 2009
study from ancient
The thing is, I love beautiful things. Flowers are meant beautiful. Yet, watching petals fallen apart silence me.
Somehow, Chinese calligraphy and classical poetry turn out my latest interests. Here are the studies. I am particularly fond of this piece. Extract from THE GOLD-THREADED ROBE, the 300 Selected Poems of the Tang Dynasty (618-907 A.D.) Only because it reminds me how fragile this world could be.
杜秋娘 金縷衣 勸君莫惜金縷衣 勸君惜取少年時 花開堪折直須折 莫待無花空折枝
Du Qiuniang THE GOLD-THREADED ROBE Covet not a gold-threaded robe, Cherish only your young days! If a bud open, gather it -- Lest you but wait for an empty bough.I wrote it once, reminded me once, wrote it twice, reminded me twice..... Would I really learned how to let go things if I write in thousands times? The beauty only become whispering.注：訂正書寫筆誤｛有花｝堪折 →｛花開｝堪折