This paper is a little old and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.
3. Draw on the mountain and watch me flow. Soldiers are like sand, and the city is silent. Who can bring me back to the world and make me prosperous?
4. Bodhi has no flowers and lotus has no buds. Buddha cassock, Taoist hold fast. When crossing the world, you practice Buddhism, except that the demons become illusory.
5, the smoke color is slightly heavier, and the red flag is high and cool. Fog locks lanterns and leaves fall. The withered lotus reflects the still water building, and the wind rolls the phoenix tree.
6, the edge of the edge is like water, with a lot of dust, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.
7. The glitz of the world of mortals is fleeting.
8. Painting with mountains, and painting with ink and dye the years. Clouds in the water, birds singing and flowers smelling. The breeze blows the curtain, and someone is on the dam.
9. Your journey will never see my old age.
10, the flowers are fragrant, recalling the red street yesterday. The wind is clear, the frost is fierce, the moon is deeply sad, and tears melt like snow.
1 1, the moon is bright and the cold plum is lonely. Looking at the west window, the Iraqis were disappointed. When I miss you, I sigh some herbal tea.