Here at the frontier, the leaves fall like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are still two cups at my table.
Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.
~ Wu-men ~
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Who Needs Fiction: Kim Possible Menu
The noted sinologist Victor Mair parses an item on a Chinese menu that is a treasure trove of Chinglish. I simply can't begin to pull out an extract for you. Please go see the whole mess for yourself.
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