And it was at that age … Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no they were not voices, they were not. words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires, or returning alone, there I was without a face and it touched me. 那年那

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a

原文 “Until bit by bit the walls of the ego recede, and your life become increasingly merged in the universal life, and rushing passionately past boulders and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and in the end. Without any visible break, they become merged in the ocean, and painlessly lose their individual being. The man who, in old age, can see his life in this

秋风未肃绿未夭 柔光抚柳影窈窕 白塔残荷遥相对 孤舟泊岸绿水悄 曾经在北海边上，故宫后面的一个大院里工作过短暂的一段时间。在一个庞大机构中工作，感受到的是无比的不自在。

Here I love you. In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters. Days, all one kind, go chasing each other. The snow unfurls in dancing figures. A silver gull slips down from the west. Sometimes a sail. High, high stars. Oh the black cross of a ship. Alone. 我在这里爱你 在树影婆娑的昏暗中放开自己 如月光映

灵魂中的另一个你 我的血液里流淌着无数人的生命 只要稍稍用心便能全部想起 缘自血液的爱 牵动了每一根神经 前尘往事轮回在心里 牵扯不断的回忆 仿佛躯体之中还有另外一个你 从来不

2019，走南闯北到处奔波的一年，笔墨是我安放内心的小宇宙，旅途幸苦，幸有笔墨随我悠游～

于浩瀚书海，我对临帖的态度是，人尽可夫～