自题新绿堂图，次杨君开先生韵 - 启功
Untitled - Qi Gong
Brushing the dark dust off books, I’m surprised how time turns.
Silk garden bright moon old southern tower, do you know that the black-bearded man then knew no worries?
The green specks of forgotten ink are thicker than rain, drop by drop they magnify the sorrow of parting.
The time when silent crimson flowers no longer are fragrant, when heavy shadows and crowded leaves fill the smooth pond.