Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The second life.










My father is a calligrapher.
For me, he is great father, and he is a great teacher.

He retired from his first life.
He worked as a teacher in a senior high school.

He retired from a teacher.
All the sons came of age.

Thank you, father.
Please enjoy your second life slowly.


See you next time.

All of us are pieces of peace.

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