"Only This Green"
Author: Passerby in Beilin
The white clouds are the flowing skirts, and the mountains are the soul of the earth. A bright moon has shone brightly for thousands of years, and the rugged cliffs are dotted with green. Only this green, intoxicated by time, intoxicated by the infinite mountains and rivers...
A picture scroll, with a thousand years of ancient charm, slowly unfolds on the gorgeous stage, and the mountains and rivers frozen in the picture scroll are undulating. , the waves are shining. The woman in a high bun and a green dress flicks her sleeves in the painting, moves slowly, and her movements are as gentle as silk. The young man in white is standing alone on the shore. In the picture in his eyes, there are fairies dancing in shock, and the mountains and rivers are rolling in clouds.
Lonely and empty in the south and north of the Yangtze River, there are brown bottoms, green mountains, and thin dusk mist flowing between the mountains. Who is it? Use spring water as ink and bird feathers as brush to draw the endless mountains and quiet valleys. The waterfalls, torrents, Funatoi Bridge, temple towers, Nomura Fishing Market, exquisite paintings, and tough lines all turned into dreamlike elves at this moment.
These elves are the soul of the mountain, the soul of the water, the soul of the wind, and the soul of the moon. They dance in the picture, they sing softly on the stage; they twist their waists, and they restore the picture. The bright colors in it restore the beauty of standing still, looking at the moon, the beauty of dangerous peaks, the beauty of lying on rocks, as well as the beauty of fortitude, weakness, classical beauty and awe.
All beauty conveys the love between nature and people, and this love is integrated into the huge picture. The stunning clarity and stunning coldness have hidden the vast rivers and mountains with green peaks on the silk for thousands of years.
The mighty spring breeze brings peach blossoms and drizzle, and a small boat with leaves. The young man in white, walking alone for thousands of years, quietly stared at the clear water of the river and the sails of time held up by time across the distance of time and space. There is no dusk, no morning glow, just green green and thousands of years of poetic charm, frozen in this long river and mountain.
The mountains are green, the lake is sparkling, and the spring breeze blowing is the dancing soul of the mountain. Further than the mountains is the towering sky, further than the sky is the tide of time, and further than time is this solidified picture.