I am a paintbrush, filled with the colors of life. Time flies like a long poem, and the years are like a song like a picture scroll.
A gentle spring blossoms at one finger, and the fragrance of ink ripples across the ground. Every trace of family affection is warm, and the poetry and elegance of winter is gone and spring is coming.
Jinshan has beautiful waters and beautiful scenery, and has been imprinted in legends for hundreds of years. The strokes of the white-painted brush strokes make the painting scroll thousands of miles colorful.
I carefully outline the spring scenery in the garden, and the true feelings are sprinkled with rainbows after the rain. The rhyme and fragrance of ink describe the Spring and Autumn Period, and the colors of purple and red paint the beauty.