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'm still sleeping in the night a thousand years ago,
Dogs bark, distant bells, 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.