The sticks I tied already wither and fall,
The pumpkin leaves are getting sparse and thin.
It’s lucky that the white flowers fully grew,
You have to help the green vines fade away.
There’s no end to the sound of insects in autumn,
Whatever’s in the minds of the sparrows at dusk?
Now, the world is one of cold and waste;
Human life has its beginning too…Du Fu…Taking Down a Trellis
In the genre of Chinese Brush Painting…Bamboo Pen and Ink on Arches Paper