What We All Lost Growing Up.

(Today, I pass by a bamboo grove).

You rode up on your bamboo steed,
Round garden beds we juggled green plums;
Living alike in Changgan village
We were both small, without doubts or guile.

Li Bo (701 - 762) - "The Ballad of Changgan"


Innocence - what we all lost growing up.

- Ghostwise

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Young bamboo trees are easy to bend.

- Vietnamese Proverbs


Like old bamboo, old men cannot be bend without breaking a few bones.

- Ghostwise