Li Xiaofan scratched his head and said, "Teacher, I share the same view as Brother Zhou."
Fu Haoran replied, "Indeed. If you do not understand, then you do not understand, and pursuing knowledge should be this way. This painting is not something you can comprehend, City Lord He... what about you? If you discern anything, I will give you the painting without hesitation."
He Wentian said joyfully, "Please allow me to scrutinize it carefully." He took the painting and examined it repeatedly, pondering, "I remember that the teacher once wrote a poem praising bamboo for its purity, and what Shijie just mentioned has some truth, yet it isn't entirely accurate. The bamboo in this painting is emerald green, lacking a robust vitality, and though the wind and snow roar, they aren't aggressive."
