vineri, 10 februarie 2012

Jiāng Xuě

I think this beautiful Chinese poem called 'River Snow' portrays an appropriate image of these times. With all this harsh weather I can but only think about angling from the comfort of my warm home drinking hot cocoa.
 This roughly translates as:

Thousands of mountains and no bird in flight

Tens of thousands of paths where the footprints disappeared

A lonely old man in a boat with bamboo cloak and hat

Angles alone in the cold river snow