The pure mountain, the wonderful family

Now they are back in Japan, the mom is showing the way, the dad is taking care of the child. Peacefully, they are living a wonderful, elegant life.

The sketch of the roses

At the end of last month, I made this oil painting, I tried to paint in this way, to feel it, but it's not as good as I wanted.

It is a long way

It is a long way to be mature. To know more, to control my temper, to be more caring and patient, to relax, to be more flexible...

When somebody has done something wrong, do I also make the same mistake? When somebody has done something good, what about me, can I do it better?

Try to breathe slowly, read more, and think more, the way is so long for me...

Cold winter begins

It has been snowing several days. On the third snowing day, I went outside to have a look around the town. Getting outside of the car, stretching my body in the windy snowing air, bingo, a photo was kept in the Camera.
The next day, I uploaded the photo into the my class forum, and also sent to my friends and students. Some of my friends said it seemed to be so cold from the photo; some of my students said " Teacher, in the picture you were not wearing as elegant as you were in China " Thanks to my students, elegant is exactly the life style I want, and it seems that I am losing it, how terrible!
How can the Christmas trees be so green, because they never give up to the cold winter. Why people love them so much, because they never accept to getting down, and they always trying the best to keep elegant that makes them so attractive.
Los, Los, Los, meine Freunde.

搞吧，搞吧，只要开心

还是继续画我的画，我还是以我
的风格，我还是用我的颜色来描绘这个多彩的世界！

A place in Bad Saulgau

At this time, it's so colourful in Bad Saulgau , yellow, orange, red, brown... and the last green, falling slowly down onto the ground. There are animals dancing or running in the sky. All of us are waiting for the new pure, cold winter... and there is an old grandpa coming from the sky with a lot of presents:)
Do you know where it is?

幻飞

蜡光交织，引蛾自灭；
思絮如沙，随风幻飞；
无酒自醉，灵魂不对；
进退何能，薄力求神；
五彩缤纷，苦求明灯；
长梯云痕，伤神心疼；
吾知也吾，何时起舞？

Candles flashing, insects killing;
Thought like sand, wind blows me again and again;
Drunken without wine, soul is what kind?