Three-thirds of the branches are covered with azaleas, rivers are red with fragrant trees, the early autumn in the Southern Dynasties, and the ten-mile long pavilion has long water.
I am a painter of life and death. Thirty thousand strokes of strokes left only the last bit of red in the scroll. I can paint a picture of the person you've been thinking about with all your hard work. If you drop my blood on the last stroke, he will come out of the painting. Someone asked me whether the paintings I painted were true or false. I answered that true and false are just the illusions of obsession in my heart...