“ I am wrinkled and seared beyond repair. And though I have got five sons, They all hate paper and brush. A-shu is eighteen: For laziness there is none like him. A-hsüan does his best, But really loathes the Fine Arts. ”
“ I am wrinkled and seared beyond repair. And though I have got five sons, They all hate paper and brush. A-shu is eighteen: For laziness there is none like him. A-hsüan does his best, But really loathes the Fine Arts. ”
