Meeting Benches World art in all forms
LETTER TO A FRIEND – Let me tell you about these sheep. In many ways they are like the ocean creatures you know so well: in the benevolence of the creator, they bear children, each has a face of a lad or an old man. These days they are on the hills, a tight flock, a warm flock, with a thin frost on, like a white mountain. Above them are countless constellations: the Bear in the north, the Dipper in the south, the Arabian Aquarius,the Milk Way flowing like the Amazon, ancient but fresh. I set up my tent next to them. My dreams are numerous, too, and each brings its own comfort. Dawn, dripping with dew, floats down to the grassland at the foothills, like an armada of ships sailing towards an unknown sea. As for me, I will return to the city, where my days and fate await me. (Ah Xin)
