That Year in Qingshan

In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in the late spring of that year, she painted a distant green mountain every day. That man once said that he would come to pick her up after he finished writing his letter to his family outside the Great Wall. So she dressed in front of the mirror every day, fearing that when he came, she would miss her best look. But as time goes by, there is only the melancholy of "long longing, longing hatred", facing the spring water of the river. Looking at the lone sail sailing away in the painting, she decided not to wait any longer and to spend the rest of her life splashing ink into a landscape that would never wither.