文/於世一

古竹清霜闲在，

削磨几岁真形，

桼韵绕风柔，

漫染在云间，

一扇文气，

一面山川，

一寸缘分，

圣心随天游！

《The Man with the Fan of Moral Integrity》

By Yu Shiyi

The ancient bamboo grows in the cold, clear frost,Having been hewn, chopped and polished for years, it finally reveals its true form.The warm charm of the lacquer clings softly like the wind,As if naturally dyed onto the clouds.One side of this fan of moral integrity exudes a refined elegance,The other side carries the artistic conception of mountains and rivers;The encounter with it is a precious fate, though within a tiny space,This clear and pure state of mind roams freely with all things under heaven!