At the end of the Qing Dynasty, some memories were lost in the stone slabs.
A hundred steps in green clothes, the voices of all the people are gone.
I feel like I am still sleeping in the night a thousand years ago, with dogs barking, distant bells, and misty rain.
The scrolls are spread out, the figures are tasseled, and there are no tears for crying, no tears for pain.
This painting has not yet been finished, and the sorrow it describes does not fade away.
"A Song of Painting", a song of lovesickness, a song of melancholy, a song of the past, and a song of ending, who is still hesitating in this painting?