On the semifinished porcelain uncolored, the blue pattern unfolds itself with the touch lightened gradually.
The peony on the ceramic body resembles your make-up to the utmost.
In sneaks gently the perfume of santal through the window, as if to read my mind.
At this, I lay down my brush to stop painting on the Xuan paper half way through.
A traditional Chinese painting of beauties glazed in color embodies lingering charm.
The sweet smile of yours, like spring blossom is ready to burgeon.
Though like smoke, your beauty disperses in wisps to the neverland far beyond my reach.
The black green sky is lusting for the misty rain's presence, and I, for yours.
With smoke curling upward from the kitchen chimneys, we, separated by the wide river, are light years away from each other.
Through characters of Han Dynasty on bottom of the porcelain, I try to introduce the elegant fashion of old times, which hopefully serves as,
An episode foreshadowing our later encounter.
The black green sky is lusting for the misty rain's presence, and I, for yours.
As if being cooped up from the water, a clip of moonlight is added to the touch, which puts an end to our story.
The smiling eyes of yours remind me of the blue and white porcelain – lonely as it is, retains its grace while being handed down from ancient times.
On the bottom of the ceramic bowl lie vividly brocarded carps, green and white in color.
Copying the Song Typographic Style while inscribing my signature, I can't but think of you.
The longtime secret you bury deep through kilning is,
As subtle as the embroidery needle falling off to the ground.
Just like the plantains outside the curtain that arouse a sudden downpour and
the doorknockers that allures patina to crawl all over it,
I stir up our loving sensation while I passed you by in that small waterside village.
Yet, now into the thick darkness of the splash-ink landscape painting, you have merged.
The black green sky is lusting for the misty rain's presence, and I, for yours.
With smoke curling upward from the kitchen chimneys, we, separated by the wide river, are light years away from each other.
Through characters of Han Dynasty on bottom of the porcelain, I try to introduce the elegant fashion of old times, which serves as,
An episode foreshadowing our later encounter.
The black green sky is lusting for the misty rain's presence, and I, for yours.
As if being cooped up from the water, a clip of moonlight is added to the touch, which puts an end to our story.
The smiling eyes of yours remind me of the blue and white porcelain – lonely as it is, retains its grace while being handed down from ancient times.作者: xdarkness 时间: 2007-11-20 19:00
强大..................