The painting
The mountains that look far away are often blurred, but the colour of the mountains that are painted is clear, and the water that should be heard in the vicinity, but the water that flows on the paintings is silent. Flowers bloom in the spring, and as spring passes, they die. And the flowers, no matter what season, are blooming. When a man approaches a bird parked on a branch, he will be scared to fly away. But the bird in the picture, even if you get close, it won't blow. The whole poem seems to be going against the laws of nature, but it's actually a dark puzzle, and it's a painting。
The mountains are coloured
The mountains are laughing. Color is good. What color is it? Quick-sweet, red and wet green is the colour, and the cold is the colour, and the euphemism of the puppets is also the colour, and it is only because of its distance that it produces beauty and gives light to its infinite beauty. This is a “silence”, the beauty of which lies in the quality of the silent. It's like the sun and snow that drove the lower riba out of artistic space at the beginning. I'm not sure i'm going to be able to do that. There's no way to be restless here, but there's only water, not dead water, but alive water. You see water in the painting? An unstoppable plentiful stream of spring water comes out of the... A floating beauty leaps into the eyes of poets。
Close to water。
It's a "move," and it's quiet and quiet. There's no contradiction to the first sentence. What's so amazing? Such silence makes it difficult to stop looking for the truth, so that we will be close to this poem, so that the spirit and the mountain water will be close. The only good thing about everything is that it's beautiful because it's "silent." this is also the beauty of the poems of the king's euphoria, which say, “going through the mountain vagina, as in the mirror”. The sound of "the sky" is the same as the sound of "the sky" when it comes to "the earth" when it comes to "the earth."。
Springs and flowers are still there。
Flowers opened up in the most beautiful season and finally opened their lives to the best. It's so beautiful, it floats away. But the flowers are in the painting. It's more than that. It's written close to the flower in the painting. It's written at the end of the spring, and the flowers are gone, and there's no place to be beautiful and sad。
The birds are not surprised, they are young and they are dead. How much regret is left。
The picture in the poem seems to represent a dream, a vision that is visible and unavailable, but that dream can only be remembered in a quiet state of the human mind. But it must not be the truth, and poets find only the last thing in the world to look for. Man is gone, and there are empty flowers, and the birds are not surprised, and there is no eternal beauty, and all beauty is hidden。
