Ten years ago, we first met Huanglin.
He was down and out and in a mess, but he suddenly and silently became the subject of her painting.
Lay the rice paper flat and dots of ink bring out the elegant demeanor.
Ten years later, we met again in the forbidden room.
She is covered with thorns, her original intention is still there, and she does not endow the painting with deep love and longing for her.
Blow the blue painting, letting the wind and moon cover up the tenderness.
Take the pen, put down the pen, put away the pen, complete the pen, forget the pen, sigh the pen.
Spend ten years and end this life. The original intention was to outline the glory and honor for the world, but in the end, with a twist of the pen, I painted the character of my old friend.
A promise in this life will last forever - some things are destined.