Blue and White Porcelain
Wish Everyone!
The hue grades bleached lightly on the ivory base to sketch a pattern
And the peony drawn on its body is just as delicate as when you are at your best
Perfume from sandalwood penetrates the window and easily unbosoms my heart
I might as well stop my brush, leaving it half-done on the Xuan paper.
The charm of the Ladies rendered by its bright glaze is kept as a private collection
But, your radiant and tender smile is like the flower in bud
And is so beautiful as to spread and suffuse all over, and beyond my collection.
Blue carp leaps vigorously onto the bottom of the porcelain bowl
And, you leap into my mind while I was signing it.
You are like the art of making porcelainwares, remaining as a mystery in the kilns for thousands
of years
And are extreme smooth and exquisite as the fine embroidery.
Outside the curtain, the plantain leaves have aroused a fit of rain while the knocker is arousing
the copper green
And I have aroused your attention while the way is leading me through the small town of Jiang Nan
And now, your face fades in and out every now and then in my splash-ink painting.
The clear heaven dims its light to the verge of the horizon expecting the vast blur of mist and
rain, and I am longing for you.
Smoke of kitchen fires rises up high, and we are far apart on either side of the torrential
waters.
I could only imitate the elegance of the ancient calligraphy at the bottom of the bottle
To pound the pavement leading to your world.
The heaven is expecting the mist and rain, and I am longing for you.
Moonlight is dip up, making ripples radiating out and the story come to an end
Just like the beautiful porcelain handed down from one generation to another, there lie your
smiling eyes all through with me.
