All the audience watched quietly like this, at the immense Chinese painting in the middle of the hall.
On the scroll, the majestic Kunlun Mountains stretched continuously, spots of white snow drifted on Kunlun, clouds and mist enveloped it, a line of birds flew into the blue sky, nearby new green appeared in the mountain stream, amidst the white clouds there were homes.
A small bridge and flowing water, an old man drinking alone under the pine tree, a scholar seeking plum blossoms on snow, a child riding a water buffalo on a path, a shepherd boy playing a flute...
From the grand Kunlun Mountains to the falling snowflakes, and the drizzle in the mountains, everything was vividly alive, perfectly portrayed.
This made all the audience feel as if they were inside the painting, as if they were in Kunlun, with flakes of snow seemingly drifting down upon them, wisps of mist almost within reach, and the shepherd boy's flute playing gently drifting over...
