May Lee's Landscape Painting
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Pines
Watercolor & Ink on rice paper
Fan 20"widest, 7.5" high.
Watercolor & Ink on rice paper
Fan 20"widest, 7.5" high.
Three Poems from Wang
Shi-Zheng's Poetry collection
I climbed high cliffs to reach the
pine grove. Enjoyed the scenery I
forget to return. The rain rushed by
the peak of Heavenly Post, the
cloud flew on the lake of Lying
Dragon.
By the shimmering creek and the
glistening trees, good tales rolls out
of the Pavilion on the Rock. After
the woodcutter's song diminished,
all is quiet. The wind from the pine
grove blew the clouds off the blue
sky.
Trough the crooked climbing paths
went by jagged rocks, a cold day in
the mountain. The evening rains
dropped all the Tong flowers off
the trees. It's been thirty years
since I left. The pines lush as
cloud, reaching the ground, as if
asking me to stay.
Translated by May Lee.
Shi-Zheng's Poetry collection
I climbed high cliffs to reach the
pine grove. Enjoyed the scenery I
forget to return. The rain rushed by
the peak of Heavenly Post, the
cloud flew on the lake of Lying
Dragon.
By the shimmering creek and the
glistening trees, good tales rolls out
of the Pavilion on the Rock. After
the woodcutter's song diminished,
all is quiet. The wind from the pine
grove blew the clouds off the blue
sky.
Trough the crooked climbing paths
went by jagged rocks, a cold day in
the mountain. The evening rains
dropped all the Tong flowers off
the trees. It's been thirty years
since I left. The pines lush as
cloud, reaching the ground, as if
asking me to stay.
Translated by May Lee.