A bend in the moon
Slowly open your frozen thoughts
Tang Feng Song Yu crouched into sand
Melted by the gentle opening of time
Secluded and ancient poetry
The warmth of freedom wafts out
Then there was a faint fragrance that swept the thin strings of xuan windows
A ray of moonlight
Gently lift the smoke wolf
The ink is as colorful as a flower
Ink flowers flutter
Plumped up the full arc
Ripples are stained little by little
Between the tired waves of agarwood soul ink
The silent emotion crosses the tip of the pen
A fresh breeze
Listen quietly and attentively
Dyed ink rice paper is soaked with clear words for a few moments
A touch of sadness
Encountered the end of the confused pen
A hint of ink
The plain face that sneaks into the heart of the heart
A pool of light ink
The mood rises and falls
Give me a pair of wings
Render a picture of ink and blue
The ink color of the surging dream
Aesthetic redemptive outlining
Fall into the depths of memory for a shallow ink trek
A clove of heart fragrance
Quietly meditate in the ink
The world is so splendid
The warmth of the aromatherapy
Nurturing elegant hearts
Dark incense depicts wind bones
The inscription soul incense is from a long distance