Li Yugang - Ink Painting
Whose girl is under the tree
Raising the armrest and sleeves to play the pipa
The wind blows the melodious sound of the piano slowly
Floating and blowing to my house
The smoke sublimated little by little
The sunset on the top of the mountain
The last drop fell
It is the finishing stroke
When I was very young, my grandfather taught me how to practice Chinese painting with brushes
The technique of soft yet firm, horizontal and vertical to emphasize the charm
The old man talked about the use of five different colors of ink with different tones
It should also be painted with high-quality paintings
Ink painting in the spring
There is a sound when the petals fall to the ground
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Daydreaming about blue silk and bricks
Flying to another time and space
I want to ask the old gentleman
I’m afraid it’s useless
p>Celadon White A Dream
Who understands the love in this short story
She went to the Jinping River to kiss her
Looking at the city walls like a painting
Ink painting can describe the dynamic beauty of the scenery
Ink painting can metaphorically describe the technique of flowing clouds and flowing water
Ink painting can carve the endless cycle of time
Ink painting can depict the right and wrong of the world
Whose woman is under the tree
The armrest raises the sleeves to play the pipa
The wind blows the melodious sound of the piano slowly
Floating and blowing to my house
The smoke sublimated little by little
The sunset on the top of the mountain
The last drop fell
It is the finishing stroke
When I was very young, my grandfather taught me how to practice Chinese painting with brushes
The technique of soft yet firm, horizontal and vertical to emphasize the charm
The old man talked about the use of five different colors of ink with different tones
It should also be painted with high-quality paintings
Ink painting in the spring
There is a sound when the petals fall to the ground
p>
Daydreaming about blue silk and bricks
Flying to another time and space
I want to ask the old gentleman
I’m afraid it’s useless
p>Celadon White: A Dream
Who understands this love story?
Ink painting in the spring
There is a sound when the petals fall to the ground
Daydreaming about blue hair and bricks
Flying to another time and space
I want to ask the old gentleman
I’m afraid it’s useless to even think about it
Celadon White is a Dream
Xiao Xu: Who understands this affection?
Celadon White: A Dream
Xiao Xu: Who understands this affection?
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