Light colors wash, washing out a clear dream of water town. Simple - stroked houses are like the rhythm in ancient poems; ink shadows of cattle are like slow - tuned notes. The blue - green water surface is like a mirror, reflecting sky light and cloud shadows. In this world, time breaks free from the reins of rushing; the herder’s steps become a leisurely beat, painting a pastoral long poem where you can hear water gurgle and smell grass fragrance.