Do not listen to the sound of rain beating on the forest leaves, why not chant and slowly stroll?
With a bamboo staff and straw sandals, one lightly outpaces horses, who fears this?
Cloaked in a straw raincoat, let life be as smoke and mist.
The cold, sharp spring breeze awakens one from drunkenness, slightly chilly.
The sun's rays slantingly greet us on the mountain's peak. Glancing back at the bleakness we've traversed, let's return, for there is neither wind nor rain, nor is there clarity.
Su Shi's "Ding Fengbo" moved Nian Shutong when she came across it by chance, prompting her to paint a watercolor painting on impulse.
Today, this poem, this painting, would meet everyone's gaze in the grand residence of the Yu Family.
The moment it was unveiled, it was the pinnacle.
The atmosphere of the painting overwhelmed almost all present, immersing them in the painting, feeling a lifetime in an instant.
