Le seul vrai langage au monde est un baiser.——Musset
The only true words in the world are a kiss.
A pure and passionate painter is attacked by a cold and affectionate tea maker
(The collision of Western and Eastern art
The romance of Paris and the tenderness of Jiangnan)
An encounter in Paris, and another encounter in Jiangnan.
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"Jing Wu, do you know what love is?"
"Why don't you know? I love the fields of flowers, the rising sun and the setting sun, Rome, Ponce, the Mediterranean... I love everything that excites me, and you."
"No, this is not love, this is love."
That's all.
You make tea and I draw.
The first glance is affectionate, and the goodbye is deep affection.
You have the most romantic paintbrush in the world, and I am already the subject of the painting.
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//This is a newbie's first attempt. The writing style is fresh and pure. I am motivated by love. If there are any mistakes or suggestions, please correct me and ask for support (>-
Purpose: Explore the definition of love together in the romance of Paris and the tenderness of Jiangnan