On the Artistic Conception of Painting

Love comes to an end after all the prosperity.

In this sad and bright March, I whipped my horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence that appeared and disappeared.

I feel very sad when I see myself once so earnest and pious in other people's tracks. I want to cry when I think that I have trekked all the way through Qian Shan.

Some things may have passed, but some words and some short messages are always irresistible to people, because they are collecting a kind of happiness, a kind of happiness that they once owned and enjoyed.

I like the calm and melancholy that has been precipitated by the years.

I thought I could turn into a sunny cloud in one breath, but I didn't expect it to condense into raindrops in my eyes. In this cold winter night, love is like a luxury, which makes the lovers happier and makes the lonely unbearable.

Love is beautiful because of romance and sublimated because of marriage. Romance is the pursuit of love, and stability is the ultimate destination of love. I long for a warmth that can ripple from my heart. However, in fact, every avenue leading to sunshine is full of bumps. Love is when an abandoned soul meets a happy encounter.