Joseph Yang Calligraphy
Leisure
The air is white with drizzling rain. The sunset inflames half the sky where clouds reside. In the quiet garden an occasional bird's flight. I have no worries for the world has no hold on me.
Apricot Blossoms
An apricot planted next the fence with my own hand. Each year I can count the few blossoms. The leaves are abundant, the fruits not many. Half green half, half gold, they invite the birds to feast.
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