Lies Are Cold, Sincerity Is Warm

This landscape is a silent epic of the earth. The peaks are not dead things, but eternal giants, breathing slowly through time. They use their jagged bones to support the weight of the sky; the clouds and mists are the mysteries they breathe out, and the flowing springs are the whispers of their blood. Water is the soul of this painting. A stream of clear stream comes from the secluded place of the rocky rocks. It is calm and rhyming, like the jade belt left by the immortal. When it merges into the deep pool, it is as green as gelatin. It takes in the skylight, clouds, shadows, and flying birds in the heart, and the silence becomes a deep compassion. Mountains and water, one is still and the other is moving, one is strong and the other is soft. The mountain is the spirit of the water, and the water is the eye of the mountain. They depend on each other and together create the beauty of heaven and earth. Walking in it, all the dust has been washed away, and I feel that I am as small as a particle of dust, and I seem to be integrated with this awe-inspiring aura, and I can enjoy the distant water and long mountains for a moment.