Madman’s Musings on Painting: Life is Like a Play, Flowers Bloom in Clusters. All Flavors Stem from Life.
Life is like a play, flowers bloom in clusters. All kinds of flavors are from life.
My buddy is quite a rogue lately, envied by everyone. He actually wants to be low-key, but his heart is wandering a bit!
Don't ask about the depth of the's water, let alone fame and fortune. Let's hide far away from the arena. Let's chat and brag in bed, being a happy and carefree little god!
Peaceful tranquility, joyful red dust. Eternal longevity and blessings, everything will go as planned.
It's a blessing to be foolish, ten parts cleverness is left for three parts to ancestors. Naturally simple, kind, and generous; don't be too shrewd in life.
Yellow vine saves people without effort, ginseng kills people without guilt. Don't pursue empty names, and you'll have peace of mind and justify your actions.
Rain falls timely, cannons fired too early. People crowd in the, most just for entertainment.
Strike iron doesn't have a shape, while forging, it does. Don't rush things, become a perfect steel.
Home-cooked food isn't fragrant, neighbor's dish is terrifying. Many worldly affairs, you say… doesn't make people angry?
We have flowers in front of us, tea in a jar. The is eight thousand miles, and it's always our home.
