My Brush Writing A friend from italki asked me on how my Chinese brush writing is coming along. Instead of just posting a photo of it, might as well make this post more interesting by doing an English translation. This is one of my favourite love poems. What sets it apart from others is not about exalting the ongoing love but how death cannot do them part. This is my translation, intended for the enjoyment of the English reader while retaining as much local flavour of the original. If you have any question, please do not hesitate and ask. I don't bite :) 曾經滄海難為水, Once a mighty ocean a river now cannot be, 除却巫山不是雲. Those not of Mt. Wu, cannot be called clouds. 取次花叢懶回望, Passing through a flower boscage, too lazy even for my head to turn for a second glance, 半緣修道半緣君. Partly a practising ascetic that I am and partly it is because of you.