Mo Zhu Mei Xi
In the dream, the Qingjiang River is drunk with ink, and the cold branches are fine with frost.
Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world.
Wang Mian of Mo Mei
The first tree in my family, Xiyan Lake, is full of flowers and light ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.