<Oil in the wood 22×30 >

On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,

and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me,

and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance

in the south wind.

That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed

to me that is was the eager breath

of the summer seeking for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near,

that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed

in the depth of my own heart.

For me,I only believed  Nature!

when I drawing her,my wife say:tell me.who’s she?

she look like someone.”haha…I say.maybe really person .if she’s lives.

where is she?I want to taking her.

and today drawing another one.same way .

 a friend say:”hey, is it Wednesday Addams?

“oh my..I don’t know who is she?Then I search her online.

Im so amazing.wow..he is right! It’s verry like her.

 Tell me

where can find my love?

only you

I knew that the woman likes enmeshed to lovesickness and the dream, look! Her expression , such spoony with touched …

 mmmmmm….I have a secret. But I cannot tell you…..:))

应怜屐齿印苍苔，小扣柴扉久不开。春色满园关不住，一枝红杏出墙来

红豆生南国 春来发几枝
劝君多采撷 此物最相思

The red beans are grown in the south,
Their flowers are blooming when spring comes.
Try to gather more to your heart’s content,
They always remind you of the loving feelings.