Painting Like Clouds

In painting, clouds are the beauty. Clouds are unpredictable, and so are paintings. The clouds are ventilated, still as quiet as a virgin and as moving as a stripped rabbit. Can be touched by the gentle breeze, and the Buddha's face is compassionate; swimming in the ocean, surrounded by rough waves and vicissitudes of life. Playing in the Himalayas, the sky is cold and the sun is shining; in spring and autumn, the sky is shining with golden light*. Paintings are like clouds, which can make the sky beautiful. Don't let the round toads shine on the guests while they sleep. It's more quiet and pleasant for Zihao in Jingyuan. The ancient holy immortal master and famous monk, as long as the inspiration comes, everything can be said freely and freely. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.