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蔡 佳岑                                             TSAI Chia-Tsen


                                     ЪۜႭ׼                                             Description
                                                                                      Summer rain comes and goes quickly, and everyone is caught o
                                     ࢀ֙ٙڠැԸ੻ࡑڮdɛɛฑώd྅ࠅԐᒒɓఙెЪᄌf
                                                                                      guard, as if running away from a practical joke.
                                     ࢬ৫༁ٙஃڀೌஈ̙༯d̥ঐટաڠ˥͂ίԒɪfဈဈഈ                        The lotus  owers in the year have nowhere to run to, and can only
                                     ഈf                                               let raindrops fall on them.
                                                                                      A king sher happens to stand among the lotus  owers. It stands
       ɝ፯                            ϾϞɓ৳ၯ௢਋਋ఱவჿЙίஃ໢dڤڤ͗ͭdɰʔί˷
      Short List                                                                      tall and elegantly, cares not if its feathers get wet.
                                     ϻˣ஗ғ᐀dፄආɓ˪ڠᑊf̴Ч˷ೌהፗdɰೌͦٙd                        It blends into the sound of rain. It doesn’t seem to care, nor does
                                     җֽӚϞཀ̘dɰʔซ׼˂dϤՍ̴ఱ݊ڠf                             it have any purpose. It doesn’t have a past, and it does not think
                                                                                      about tomorrow. At this moment, it is rain.
                                     ᛓϓІ್ٙɓ௅ʱdʔ݊Սจҷᜊd̥݊ҬΫː༁፲ҙٙ
                                                                                      Listening becomes a part of nature; I do not deliberately try to
                                     Іʉf                                              change, I am just trying to rediscover the forgotten self within.
                                     ׾ර೵ᅲdίኈЍٙց༁dڠʔ๊৾d௢ʔ୅̒Ӊfڠम                        The dusk is brief, and in the pitch-dark night, the rain does not
                                                                                      stop, and the bird does not move. Raindrops bounce, converge,
                                     Ⴠᅁeිၳdݴආ᎑ᑿٙࣛග༁fᆟཀவఙʿࣛڠiڎટ                        and  ow into the tranquil time. Going through this sudden rain, it
                                     ජΈᐆᙻࣛf                                           is time to welcome the radiant sun.


















































                             ၯ௢ᛓڠ   King sher listening to the rainā61Ò70cm

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