Essays and notes from Fuding and Chiang Mai来自福鼎与清迈的随笔

A cup of Clear Peace, late, with the rain for company.夜深，一杯清安，雨声相伴。

Forty is not the start of confusion. It is the point where you begin to live as yourself.四十岁不是困惑的开始，而是活出自己的起点。

What torments you is not their words — it is your attachment.真正折磨你的不是那句话，而是你的执着。

Blistered hands, months of polishing, and a morning glory remembered.被漆咬过的手，数月的推光，与一朵牵牛花。

A Southern Song cup, a Song censer — used, not displayed.南宋的盏，宋代的炉——不是陈列，是日用。

My daughter picked up my brush and thickened the lotus stems.女儿抓起我的笔，把莲花杆子画得好粗壮。