The green bamboo is still around, the shadow is painted for thousands of years, the chivalrous shadow walks alone, the ink fragrance is elegant, and a picture scroll tells the ancient rhyme of the Tang Dynasty and Song Yun.
In the seclusion, the chivalrous man is independent, as if listening to the wind, and as if waiting for the moon to rise. His figure is like a strong man in Du Fu's pen, with a fierce mind and ambitions for thousands of miles;
The ink is dripping, the pen is moving, the scroll is stretched, and it is full of poetry. This is not only a word, but also a silent poem, a solidified music. It carries the pride and philosophical thoughts of the literati, just like Wang Wei's landscapes, which are magnificent in tranquility, and like Liu Yong's grace, showing true feelings in delicacy.
The chivalrous man in the painting, or the poet fairy Li Bai, fighting the sword world, drunk and lying on the battlefield;
