綠色和藍色彙集成空山。有人行走其間，但依然是空山，就像行走的人沒有面孔，但依然是人。誰也別想從這些小人兒身上認出自己，就像世間的真山真水，別想從王希孟那裏得到敷衍了事的讚揚。王希孟認識這些畫面上的小人兒，但沒有一個是他自己。這些不是他自己的小人兒，沒有一個他能叫出名字。小人兒們得到山，得到水，就像山得到綠松石和青金石，水得到浩淼和船隻，就像宋徽宗得到十八歲的王希孟，只是不知道他將在畫完《千里江山圖》之後不久便會死去。山水無名。王希孟明白，無名的人物，更只是山水的點綴，就像飛鳥明白，自己在人類的遊戲中可有可無。鳥兒在空中相見。與此同時，行走在山間的人各有各的方向，各有各的打算。這些小人兒穿著白衣，行走，閒坐，打魚，販運，四周是綠色和藍色，就像今天的人們穿著黑衣，出現在宴會、音樂會和葬禮之上，四周是金色和金色。這些白衣小人兒從未出生，當然也就從未死去，就像王希孟這免於污染和侵略的山水烏托邦，經得起細細的品讀。遠離桎梏的人呵談不上對自由的嚮往，未遭經驗損毀的人呵談不上遺忘。王希孟讓打魚的人有打不盡的魚，讓山坳裏流出流不盡的水。在他看來，幸福，就是財富的多寡恰到好處，讓人們得以在山水之間靜悄悄地架橋，架水車，修路，蓋房屋，然後靜悄悄地居住，就像樹木恰到好處地生長在山崗、水畔，或環繞著村落，環繞著人。遠景中，樹木像花兒一樣。它們輕輕搖晃，就是清風送爽的時候。清風送爽，就是有人歌唱的時候。有人歌唱，就是空山成其為空山的時候。

Green colors and blue colors flow together and form empty mountains. Some people are walking in them, but they’re still empty mountains, as if the people walking there have no faces, but they are still people. No one should try to recognize themselves in these figures, or try to see the real mountains and waters of this world, nor should anyone think of trying to gain casual praise from Wang Ximeng. Wang Ximeng knows these small figures, and that not one is he himself. These are not his figures, and he cannot call out a single one by name. The figures acquire the mountains and waters, just as the mountains acquire the emerald and lapis, just as the waters acquire vastness and boats, just as Emperor Huizong singled out Wang Ximeng at eighteen years old, not knowing that Wang would die soon after he finished this thousand miles of rivers and mountains. The mountains and waters are nameless. Wang Ximeng realizes that people without names are just decorations in mountains and waters, just as flying birds know they are insignificant to men’s games. And the birds meet in the sky. Meanwhile, people walking in the mountains have their own directions to travel and their own plans. These small figures, in white, walk, sit at leisure, go fishing, trade, surrounded by green colors and blue colors, just as today, people, in black, go to banquets, concerts, and funerals, surrounded by golden colors and more golden colors. These small figures in white have never been born and so have never died; just like Wang Ximeng’s landscape utopia, they are immune to pollution and invasion, and that is worth careful consideration. So people who are far away from social controls have no need to long for freedom, and people who haven’t been destroyed by experience aren’t concerned about forgetting. Wang Ximeng let the fishermen have infinite numbers of fishes to go fishing; he allowed limitless waters to run out from the mountains. According to him, happiness means the exact amount of blessing so that, immersed in the silence between mountains and waters, people can build bridges, waterwheels, roads, houses, and live quietly, just like the trees growing appropriately in the mountains, along the margins of water, or surrounding a village, and surrounding people. In the distance, the trees are like flowers. When they sway, it’s the time when the clear wind is rising. When the clear wind is rising, it’s time for people to sing. When people sing, it’s time for an empty mountain to become an empty mountain.