Years are a soft knife. When you are still full of fantasies, you quietly carve the first wrinkle and lay the first strand of white hair.
The sun shines on the green grassland.
The boy who used to be accompanied by the gurgling water flowed through time, love, from ignorant longing to calm and mature; from black hair to white hair.
It turns out that life is so short; It turns out that life, we have never left our hometown; It turns out that life, should enjoy love freely in the sun.
That water jug, the place where the water is collected, is the root of childhood, the germination of youth, and the fulfillment after having children.
That water jug, the place where the water is connected, is the attachment and fulfillment of life, the laughter in the village; the place where the girls whisper; the place where you and I hug and kiss; the place where goats are eyeing and fighting; it is the homeland that cannot be reached for many roads in the future. . .
Want to reach out to catch this sunshine, which belongs to the sunshine under Henrik Similasky's painting; want to reach out to catch this tranquility~~ Want to become a person in the painting, sleeping and working in this green grassland. . .
Henrik Similasky was born in 1843 in a noble family of Polish . His hometown was at that time, and now it belongs to Ukraine. The last one is his most famous work, "The Goddess of Nymph", which is collected in the Lviv National Museum (Ukraine).
This is what I introduced today. This land is their hometown; this land has the sunshine he loves to paint the most; it is the place where its descendants are attached, in love, and grow up... The most noble and immortal one should be the porridge and rice in ordinary fireworks.
We are guarding the heating on this winter day and we all have the same earth as them looking at our hometown.
(accompanied with the monthly daily oil painting)
#Winter life check-in season##Human oil painting art appreciation#
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