Whispers of the valley, soft and clear,
Where rivers dance and mountains peer.
Leaves ablaze in autumn's hue,
A canvas alive with every view.
Nature's heartbeat, steady, profound,
In every shadow, every sound.
Through painted strokes, her essence gleams,
A harmony of life, like woven dreams.
Beneath the velvet cloak of night,
A fountain dances, bathed in light.
Its waters rise, a silver flare,
Whispering secrets to the air.
Around its heart, the trails unfold,
Loops of light, a story told.
A symphony of motion spun,
A dance of starlight, moon, and sun.
The trees aglow in quiet grace,
Frame this enchanted, timeless space.
Their branches hum a gentle song,
A harmony where dreams belong.
Above, the stars, a watchful gaze,
Echo the fountain's radiant blaze.
A fleeting glimpse, a world anew,
Where magic swirls in every hue.
飘云轻烟隐远山 Drifting clouds and gentle mists softly veil the distant mountains. Here, the ethereal mists lend a mysterious allure, blurring the outlines of far-off peaks.
调色柔和融青灰，白映间点缀土棕与微黄 A gentle, harmonious palette merges muted greens, grays, and whites, interspersed with subtle touches of earthy browns and soft yellows. This line brings to life the tranquil color harmony of the scene. The interplay of these muted tones creates a serene atmosphere, drawing the viewer into the mystic charm of the forest.
光影交织添幽趣，共绘幽梦行书 The interweaving of light and shadow enhances the enchanting aura, as if inscribed in graceful running script a dreamlike tranquility. The final line emphasizes how the play of light and shadow deepens the scene’s allure, inviting one to lose themselves in its poetic mystery.
First Line: The image of a mysterious forest mirage inspires the awakening of dreams—suggesting that life, with all its beauty, begins like a delicate vision emerging from the depths of nature.
Second Line: The bubbles symbolize the brief moments in our lives. They are born, rise gently, and inevitably fade—echoing the transient nature of our own existence.
Third Line: Just as dewdrops vanish in the morning light, our earthly bonds and moments slip away, affirming the impermanence of life.
Upon
the fields so fresh and wide,
Where autumn’s golden banners
gleam,
A stream in scarlet robes does glide,
And whispers
low its fleeting dream.
The
trees, in firelit splendor dressed,
Stand sentinel in bright
array,
Yet though they shine, they know no rest,
For autumn
soon must slip away.
Beyond
the meadows, rising free,
The hills with crimson forests burn,
A
land of fading majesty,
Where time shall turn, and none return.
So
sing, O stream, thy song once more,
For
winter knocks upon the door.
Second line highlighting the serene placement of traditional pagodas resting by the water's edge, this line symbolizes the harmony between human creativity and natural landscapes, showcasing coexistence.
Third line speaks about the calm body of water at the base mirrors the towering mountains and trees with pristine clarity, symbolizing stillness and depth within the scene.
Forth line describe how birds soaring gracefully in the distance contribute to the tranquil atmosphere, suggesting a sense of timeless harmony and serenity in the natural world.
Fifth line refers to the traditional ink-and-wash technique that captures the essence of nature's beauty. It symbolizes the artist's deep connection to and reverence for the natural world.
The final line celebrates the delicate balance between the softness of the ink and the vibrancy of the scene, encapsulating the unity of humanity and nature through artistic expression.
