The ink color is hazy, with clouds drifting. The woman in the painting wears a evening gown that pours out like night, her sleeves hiding threads of flowing light, as if stars are falling from the sky. Her brows and eyes are painted like paintings, her lips like dots of rouge, her skin fairer than snow, blending seamlessly with the ink background, making her even more exquisitely beautiful and untainted by the world.
Surrounded by blooming flowers, some buds, others fully open, peonies are dignified, lotuses are elegant, and plum branches cast sparse shadows across, all depicted with varying degrees of ink density. The petals overlap like clouds, and the branches stretch out as if dancing. The shadows of the flowers reflect those of people, creating an interplay between reality and illusion, as if a subtle fragrance drifts around, shining brilliantly on the paper.
The entire painting combines the delicacy of meticulous brushwork with the freedom of freehand expression. Between the splashing ink, the charm of the Eastern beauty and the natural rhythm of the flowers merge into one, elegant and profound.,
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