Voices Beyond the Picture
A clear tune, half a painting, year after year of joy, mountains and rivers as before.
He was the painter of the Bright Moon Hotel. Under the lonely shadow of the lamp, he painted the mountains and rivers.
She was a zither player of the Qingyin Pavilion. After playing the zither, she would be at ease.
Separated by a wall, she rushed into his territory in a panic. The green hairpin slipped from her hair and broke into two pieces. The paint from the tip of his pen dripped onto the paper and dyed it crimson...
