Official Cap

In the tumult of officialdom, a mere half-foot of black gauze is exchanged in jest and laughter

A fortune in gold and silver cannot compare to a smile as radiant as a flower

As I unfold it, a landscape and figure painting from the Ming Dynasty comes into view, making one feel as if they are present in the scene; the sounds of weaving, the music of strings and pipes, and the gentle singing of a young girl resonate as if they are right beside me

Contemplation, hidden malice, the rise and fall are hard to predict; the landscape is in ruins, who can decipher the mysteries? With one hand, I manipulate the sun and moon, all within the black gauze.