It seems that X has updated the terms and conditions once again. Feel free to check out my other account on Bluesky. I’ll be updating it regularly there, too. 😊 https://t.co/6wfLbZBAbo (Notice it's xingwu, instead of x1ngwu)

In 晉中興徵祥說 and other ancient texts, the White Tiger stands not as a warrior, but as a celestial judge, measuring virtue, not might. Symbol of autumn and clarity, it reveals a worldview where true leadership flows from moral integrity, not brute force. Far from a predator,

Yaksha (夜叉) slip through Chinese folklore like shadows with purpose, born from Indian myth, reborn in Chinese imagination. Neither ghost nor vampire, they thrive not by fleeing light, but by mastering the dark. Hairless, hump-headed, wielding iron forks, they guard underworld

Ming artist Wu Bin(吳彬)’s Six Arhats once stirred more than admiration. They sparked fear. His lohans, calm on the surface, hid a storm beneath: dragons coiling through clouds weren’t mere decoration, but veiled symbols of Buddhist-Daoist resistance. To the imperial court, this

Hating others won’t improve your life. Personal responsibility and duty—to yourself, family, and God—will. Reject the trap of Identity Politics. It has destroyed the left, and will destroy the right in due time.

Sun Wukong’s “Seventy-Two Transformations” go beyond shapeshifting. With a flicker of thought, he becomes beast, breeze, child, or crone. Gender, form, role, none can bind him. 🎨 《闹天宫》刘继卣 #JTTW #monkeyKing #SunWukong

A tale from Han Feizi mocks inaction and blind routine, “waiting by the stump” (守株待兔): A rabbit once dashed into a tree and died, became free meat for a startled farmer. Elated, that farmer waited by that same tree every day, hoping fortune would strike twice. It never did.

hermitry itself, a timeless protest against a restless world. 3/3

over competition. Confucian ideals urged scholars to serve when capable and cultivate the self when constrained. But many, disillusioned by corruption, sought purity in solitude instead. Their retreats birthed a poetic legacy: mountains became symbols of freedom, and 2/3

Long before “lying flat” became a modern slogan, the Tang Dynasty’s Xiangshan Nine Elders, including the poet Bai Juyi, had already perfected the art of quiet resistance. Retreating to Mount Xiang, they turned their backs on imperial ambition, choosing calm 1/3 #painting

uncovered plots, saved Shun’s life, and stood beside him through peril and exile. When he died in the southern wilderness, their sorrow flowed into the earth, staining the bamboo with their grief. The Xiangfei bamboo still bears those dark marks. 2/2

In Chinese #mythology, the tears of Ehuang and Nüying, daughters of Emperor Yao and wives of Emperor Shun, gave birth to the spotted bamboo of Mount Jiuyi. Far from being silent ornaments of the court, these two consorts defied the fragile image of women in legend. They 1/2

misfortune. Each one’s face, sometimes fierce, sometimes mischievous, embodies a spirit caught between art and amulet. Long before feng shui trended toward interiors, our ancestors placed their luck above, letting the Tile Cat guard heaven’s doorway. It doesn’t wave but it

You’ve seen the golden waving cats of fortune, but few know their ancient cousin perched silently on Chinese rooftops: the Tile Cat (瓦猫). Born from kiln and superstition, these ceramic guardians watch over homes from the eaves, warding off fire, demons, and #yaoguai #caturday

pleasure but for immortality itself. Her peaches ripen only once every 3,000 years, each bite promising endless life. Deities, sages, and spirits line up like patrons at a celestial feast, awaiting their share of forever. 2/2 🎨 清十八/十九世紀初《緙絲蟠桃大會圖掛幅》

To mortals, peaches are sweet fruit, but in Chinese myth, they’re the banquet of eternity. Once every few thousand years, the Queen Mother of the West hosts the fabled Peach Banquet (蟠桃會) at her Jade Pool Palace, where immortals gather not for 1/2 #mythology #painting

scriptures soften the story, saying he merely taught wisdom to travelers beyond the passes. Scholars dismiss these tales as political or poetic inventions, yet the thought lingers: could Laozi’s silent ride into the West have echoed in early Buddhist or even Zoroastrian texts?

For over two thousand years, Laozi’s westward journey (老子出關) has stirred wonder and argument. Some Daoist legends claim he became the Buddha himself, a tale known as the Hua Hu theory, bridging Daoism and Buddhism in a single mythic thread. Other 1/2 #folklore

While today’s technology connects voices across continents, the Blue Bird reminds us of a deeper yearning: to bridge the unseen divide between the living and the departed, where memory and spirit still listen on the wind. 2/2 🎨 青鳥 by 胸大有墨

In Chinese #mythology, the Blue Bird soars where even longing cannot reach, a divine messenger linking mortals and immortals. Serving the Queen Mother of the West, it carried messages between worlds, transcending time, distance, and death itself. 1/2

and rain returns to the sky, existence endlessly transforms. In a world that fears endings, Zhuangzi’s 2,300-year-old insight still whispers: peace is not in resisting death, but in recognizing it as part of life’s eternal flow. 2/2

When Zhuangzii(莊子, late 4th century BC) ’s wife passed away, he did the unthinkable: he drummed and sang beside her body. To his shocked friends, the philosopher explained that life and death were but phases in the same cosmic rhythm. Just as mist becomes rain, #folklore