Qingshan Bumo Qianqiu Painting

The green mountain is silent, but it condenses the thousands of years of character into a picture; the evening breeze writes, but wants to inscribe the tender thoughts in the signature. Jiang Huawan, who was following the ancient road, got lost in the mountains and met Gu Qingshan who was walking on a wild trail. He is the steady ridge, leveling the dangerous peaks for her; she is the flowing evening color, writing down the history of the desolate ridge. Legends whisper when the fog rises, and they talk to each other in the cave where the rain falls. Under the starry sky, he says he will accompany her on every missing road. Autumn passes and winter comes. The green mountains are covered with snow, and the silence is as poetic; the landscape is painted late, and it is as warm as ever. Where the icefall condenses, the ancient road takes on a new look. It turns out that the best scenery is when the mountains are soaked by the late sunshine, and the ink color is dyed with the warmth of light. The green mountains are the bones, and the evening colors enter the painting, forming this scroll. The wind and the moon are all in pairs for thousands of years.