Translated…
As I’d stepped into the exhibition for calligraphy, there were, only elderly men there, and, they’d allowed their moustaches to turn to beards, but they couldn’t manage, to shave it all clean, with a small patch over the lips, and another small patch on their chins.
here’s an elderly man, perfecting the “craft”…
Don’t look at the works on the walls first, but see the energetic face of the calligraphy competitors, every one of them looked elderly and well, and they live seven years longer on average, one time more than the emperors. Writing is also an alternative kind of exercises, all four limbs are working hard away, writing also helps the flow of the air inside the body too, works toward benefitting the bodily organs. Writing is also, a sort of a meditation, clearing the mind, away from the troubles of the ordinary.
Looking around on the walls, each stroke became the best kinds of medicine available, and every character writ became a key to longevity, and every writer is steady as the sun and constant as the stars. All of these works, are corresponding to each other, became, a chorus line for the aged elderly writers.
The eldest of them all was one hundred and three, his wife, also a calligraphy master, is a hundred years old. Someone ought to write them a dual strip. All who shared their interests, their students all are, living longer, these sorts of writing styles, the slaves’, the cursives, along with other types, all became your Great Walls, became your palaces too, stepping into your realms, I’d felt, like a changed man, felt so very light as a feather now.
There must be a key to living long and aging well, all started hollering out: eat more lamb, to live longer. See more exhibitions, to live longer. Recite the chants, to live longer. Move around more, to live longer. You must live longer, if you’re here, to see the calligraphy exhibition, if you want to live long, stop caring about the rhymes or the verses, just buy a few calligraphy writing feathered pens.
Seeing the head calligrapher write overseas, seeing the five thousand years of ancient histories unfold before us, flowing through this vast land. Seeing everything from heaven to hell. Examining those who came before, and expecting those who come after. Looking around you’d see, that we’d shared, the same values, seeing the people from Asia, the hearts of Asians, the REAL Chinese people.
And so, this, is how a race is defined, by their shared love, interests of the same things, and, calligraphy is of Chinese descent, it’s a trait of the race, that, is why we all needed to learn it back in our elementary school years, when we first began our educations.