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"One Painting, One Heaven ” - A Poem

Author: Joey Zhou

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The utmost is the tip of the wolf fur brush


Infiltrating the inkstone


Is cloud and smoke,


The utmost is that Hui ink freedom


Tumbling back and forth


It is the spring of heart.


Spread out, spread out again, the raw rice paper overlaps with the cooked paper


Like,


Mottled blue sky with white clouds;


Rouge suddenly touches peony,


The pine smoke is stained with white clouds,


The soul flies away.


Andante, Andante without song,


Wordless waiting to miss.


The most singular thing is not the painter's brush, ink, paper and inkstone.


Yes,


In an instant


Pausing on the white cloud of rice paper shivering with ecstasy.


Watch over a lifetime


One painting, one heaven...!



The utmost is the end touch on inkstone


Let the gentleness slowly finish dyeing,


Rouge nestled in pine smoke,


The Four Treasures of Incense Study,


Delightful.


Sleep well screen window,


Why did you get a cup of turbid wine to treat the rest of the joy


Melt into the drunken words of a lifetime.


Soul flies away


Andante, Andante without song,


Wordless waiting to miss.


The most singular thing is not the painter’s brush,ink, paper and inkstone.


Yes,


In an instant


Pause on the white clouds of rice paper


Trembling with ecstasy.


Watch over a lifetime,


One painting, one heaven...!



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