Like the pear tree that suddenly bloomed overnight in the courtyard, like the cold white catkins falling in the twelfth lunar month
What I describe is what I want to describe. It has nothing to do with romance, the warmth and warmth of human relationships.
I don't want to subvert, so naturally I don't know how to deliberately innovate. The women I paint can be experienced, calm, and poisonous, but not greedy, angry, or crazy.