Wedge:
An antique study room with a table, a chair, an inkstone, and a pen, that's all.
The snow-white rice paper was neatly spread out on the table. He took a small cup filled with water and poured all the water into the inkstone. Then he held the ink block and rubbed it back and forth until the water in the inkstone turned into ink color.
He held the pen lightly, swung it in the inkstone, and then gently touched the paper, flowing like a dragon.
Tracing, outlining, dyeing.
Finally, I carefully touched the beauty's eyes in the painting, and it was done.
He smiled, stared at the completed portrait, and with a thought in his heart, he picked up his pen and wrote:
The month of March brings melancholy and melancholy,
Smile and smell the fragrance of rouge silently.
Autumn geese send rulers for no reason,
I realized that lovesickness is short-lived.
He sighed secretly in his heart, and the past events came back like a curtain of light, weaving together scenes of familiar scenes.
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