涂鸦集

 这“鸦”图得好！文弟确实一手雅字。

惭愧地很。眼高手低，未免贻笑大家。

欣赏文弟好字！  

我们这里虽无april showers, 花却依然缤纷。你们那里也当春意盎然了。

文弟厚礼。感动并多谢！ 
呀，文弟五十了。 是生日吗？ 祝生日快乐，诸事胜意！ 

匆匆诌几句以谢文弟。文弟及诸君见笑。记得你贴过杜鹃花。


赠文弟

何处好风光
人间天使港
海鸥逐碧水
杜鹃沐春阳
心静研学问
灵慧耀上苍
桃李虽无言
蹊径自飘香

Indeed. Where civility chipped off and tolerance ebbing out, the idol of vanity will be erected and foams of filth flowing in as if symbols of renewal and torrents for purging. But only fools presume so, such agitations or upheavals always leave us with destruction and death behind.

How can we know. By the ardor or the aroma? Passion is often misunderstood as power by the untamed and unhinged. The true, the meek, and the wise know the difference. Silence certainly is thunder of the righteous; yieldedness, patience and inner-peace ocean into which all rivers run.

Should any serious lesson be learned from the works of man in the last century, I think it is that those charges and leads the un-enlightened mass are often self-conceited and wounded souls. The blind led the blind; the lost tried to make others believe that they knew the north.

边欣赏，边自言，怎写得这等好字？