Clear Mist 玉露浮岚

There is an island to make a promise.

There is a land to escape from the flood.

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My heart and my body are petals that born to be torn into pieces.

My heart and my body are petals that born to be reborn.

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I’m captivated by all halfway things:

the time in an amber, the wood in the fire.

Cicadas are Singing after the First SnowCicadas are Singing after the First Snow     Oil on canvas   36″ * 48″ 

《蝉鸣初雪》    布面油画     92cm * 122cm

It costs the whole life to lose;

it costs the whole life to hope.

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In Me, The Tiger Sniffs the Rose    on canvas    36″ * 60

《心有猛虎,细嗅蔷薇》   布面油画   92cm *  152cm

Both rain and stone can talk.

People don’t know that because they don’t ask.

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Spring is the Preface    on canvas   48″ * 36″

《春色作序》   布面油画    122cm * 92cm

Both rain and stone can talk.

People don’t know that because they don’t ask.

Even if they ask, they can’t hear.

Rain and stone are whispering; People are noisy.

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Raindrops and Weeds     Ceramic   L:24″ * W:16″ * H:7″

《雨纷纷,草木深》   陶瓷  长:61cm * 宽:41cm * 高:18cm

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《雨纷纷,草木深》细节图