（油畫, 73x61cm, 2020）
就以英雄體（ Heroic couplet）也作首英詩，算「假古文」吧！
II The tale of a lone lion 孤獅故事
I once encountered a lone lion,
Our visions twisted in my brain.
It conjured me with all the charms,
Has it changed after all these years？
Try to stand itself an obelisk still,
Or inscribe its will with crow quill?
It is said life is many a splendor,
Moonlight outshines its grandeur.
I remember its mane as marcel,
The eyes cast out a golden chill.
A pagoda perched upon the dune,
Its eaves tinged with color marine.
Its paws scratched the undulate land,
The pictographs beyond my command.
The sacred secret was rooted in me，
I transform myself into it gradually.
So it seems, our visions twisted
Due to some karma predestined.
It was gifted with all the grace on earth,
A scrap of lure would cause my death.
A lion is a lion is a lion,
A beast from the enigmatic noble line.
No, I didn’t enter its territory then,
I always keep my distance from a lion.
I knew exactly where I should stand,
Thus refrained from being devoured.
（Now I can see it pricks up all ears,
Tries so hard to recall the memories.
I was awed by its whimsicality,
Or I shall say the versatility.
The moment it sensed my existence,
I hardly fell a prey to jungle laws.
I was trapped by hyenas in a valley,
The lion might snuff them out easily .
Then I realized it’s my own battle,
I started to sneer them down to hell.
Sure, they won the right to share dirt,
Definitely they are still enjoying it,
Lo and behold! How low they are！
I left the valley with a lion-like air.
The first time ever I saw the lion,
It sniffed out I’m kindred with its line.
Oh, maybe it’s only an imagination,
I once encountered a lone lion.