Hengshan Calligraphy Art Museum Chang Kuang-Pin - Wang Mo-chieh's Poem of the Peach Blossom Spring - Postcard

Hengshan Calligraphy Art Museum "New Opportunities in Taiwanese Calligraphy—1949 Trans-Strait Calligraphers Special Exhibition" Chang Kuang-Pin's "Wang Mo-chieh's Poem of the Peach Blossom Spring" Postcard (Includes Envelope and Explanatory Text). ---------------------------- "Wang Mo-chieh's Poem of the Peach Blossom Spring" Chang Kuang-Pin 179.5 x 89cm Collection of Taoyuan Museum of Fine Arts A fishing boat sails downstream, loving the spring mountains. On both banks, peach blossoms line the ancient ferry. Gazing at the red trees, one loses track of distance; walking through the green stream, one sees no one. At the mountain pass, one quietly enters winding gorges, then emerges into open vistas and level ground. From afar, one sees clusters of trees veiled in mist; closer, one discovers myriad homes amidst scattered flowers and bamboo. Woodcutters first reveal Han names, while residents still wear Qin attire. The locals inhabit the Wuling source, returning to fields and gardens beyond the mundane world. By moonlight, homes are tranquil beneath the pines; at sunrise, roosters crow among the clouds. Hearing of worldly visitors arriving in haste, they invite them home, inquiring about the capital. At dawn, lanes and alleys are swept clean, flowers bloom; at dusk, fishermen and woodcutters return by water. Originally fleeing to this place, they left the human world; having attained immortality, they never returned. Who in the gorges knows of human affairs? From the world, one gazes at empty clouds and mountains. One does not doubt the difficulty of perceiving this spiritual realm, yet the worldly heart, unfulfilled, still longs for its native county. Emerging from the cave, regardless of mountains and waters separating them, the intention to leave home and wander eternally remains. One believed their past journeys were unerring, unaware how peaks and valleys had now transformed. At that time, one only entered deep into the mountains; how many times did the green stream lead to the cloud forests? In spring, everywhere is filled with peach blossom water; how can one discern where the immortal source lies?