Blue And White Porcelain

Outlined by a plain embryo, the blue-and-white brushstrokes are thick and then fade.

The peony depicted on the bottle is as beautiful as your initial makeup.

The faint scent of sandalwood reveals your thoughts through the window.

On the rice paper, my brush stops halfway.

The glazed colors render the charm of the lady in the painting, secretly treasured.

And your enchanting smile is like a bud about to bloom.

A strand of your beauty drifts away,

To a place I cannot reach.

The sky in shades of blue awaits the rain, while I wait for you.

The smoke from cooking rises gently, separated by a thousand miles across the river.

In the bottom of the bottle, the elegant Han-style calligraphy imitates the grace of a bygone dynasty.

Consider it a prelude to our encounter.

The sky in shades of blue awaits the rain, while I wait for you.

The moonlight is salvaged, blurring the ending.

Like an heirloom blue-and-white porcelain, self-contained in its beauty,

Your eyes carry a smile.

A white and blue carp, vibrant, leaps in the bottom of the bowl.

While copying the seal script, I can't help but think of you.

Your thousand-year-old secret hidden in the kiln firing,

It falls delicately like a needle embroidered onto the ground.

Outside the curtain, plantain leaves provoke sudden rain, and the door knocker entices a patina of bronze.

And it was in passing through that southern town that I provoked you.

In the ink-splashed landscape painting,

You were concealed from the depths of the ink.

The sky in shades of blue awaits the rain, while I wait for you.

The smoke from cooking rises gently, separated by a thousand miles across the river.

In the bottom of the bottle, the elegant Han-style calligraphy imitates the grace of a bygone dynasty.

Consider it a prelude to our encounter.

The sky in shades of blue awaits the rain, while I wait for you.

The moonlight is salvaged, blurring the ending.

Like an heirloom blue-and-white porcelain, self-contained in its beauty,

Your eyes carry a smile.

The sky in shades of blue awaits the rain, while I wait for you.

The smoke from cooking rises gently, separated by a thousand miles across the river.

In the bottom of the bottle, the elegant Han-style calligraphy imitates the grace of a bygone dynasty.

Consider it a prelude to our encounter.

The sky in shades of blue awaits the rain, while I wait for you.

The moonlight is salvaged, blurring the ending.

Like an heirloom blue-and-white porcelain, self-contained in its beauty,

Your eyes carry a smile.