As they fairly say,
An extraordinary power of vision
Leads to the confusion
Of all colours and therefore
An excessive use of ornament.
Its possessor, in the resplendence
Of one's red and yellow,
White and black, blue and green
Will not stop till he has become
A pheasant with its colourful plumage.
An extraordinary power of hearing
Leads to a confusion of all notes
And an excessive use of the accords.
Its possessor, in bringing out the tones
From the instrument made of metal,
Stone, silk, skin, wood and bamboo
Aided by the tuning fork, will not stop
Till one has become a nightingale of May.
Recently when I see images of older television shows in color and black-and-white reproduced again on my HD television, I can't believe how blurry it looks and how I tolerated such low quality for so long. Fortunately, most movies going back to even silent movies, were produced with such high resolution that they make good viewing in HD today. Since my hearing is suffering loss, even the best sound is lost sometimes to me.
The Golden Pheasant is one of the most beautiful and elaborately colored birds in the world. A joy to view. Its mate thinks so too. ;-)
Ron