Editor's note: I love you with sun, moon and witness, you understand? Did you know?
a look back millions of past lives, only in exchange for you and I love this life
so brilliant, my dear
laugh it,
in the sun and the moon, when Tong-hui.
eyes gazing back at the end of a busy, so busy retired, unplug the barrier, passing the old things have tea in! Although dense fog shrouded the road leading to the past, those shackles grew into a multi-root spread of the vine, going around ... ...
dear, at the moment, you have been asleep in the bar. Still remember have seen the 83 version of Because all of the strife of the sky because of the situation.
If it is a romance, we should say Mu Nianci for Yang Kang, her claim to be an infatuation, and his truth. Perhaps the world really women like her. Unfortunately, she Kang-negative, early walking, and also let her alone to bear the important task of raising children. Film, Mu Nianci said: finally nodded. Mu Nianci very happy, and whispered: soon. Mu Nianci sitting on the ground, his body tightly in her arms.
Huang Rong saw this pair of scenarios, can not help but secretly sigh, I saw the head of Mu Nianci gradually dropped, resting on the shoulders of Yang Kang, they do not move. Huang Rong surprised, cried: Huang Rong leaned gently pull her shoulders. Mu Nianci with the potential back, or in the ground. Huang Rong exclaimed aloud, I saw her chest inserted half Tieqiang, already gave up the ghost. Look, when Yang Kang, his chest stabbed a big hole, while the flow of blood Bobo, has been killed. Guo Jing and Huang Rong
Moreover, many of dialogue between them have become good word handed down, one of the most famous two sentences, one in the face of King Kingland night attack Xiangyang, Huang Rong of Guo Jing said, bear, or bear you my love? is your body bear, or bear in my body? brother back gently humming the songs: cool, you and I waiting in the horizon at both ends, holding joking Tousheng manpower, step by step closer to each other.
late at night, I did not sleep.
Yuet Wah water, quiet and so you come, my dear, you will come?
vigil window, I hit a water, waiting for you to moonlight.
floated sounds are distant, light astringent, Resentment.
heart meditation with your name,
deep thoughts gently in Ye Wu Man go through.
quietly open the door to mind children,
quiet pace of a few of the crescent willowy,
abandoned and dismay at the thoughts inside,
love every night of the years slowly etched traces.
dear, if someday I can not write the text, you are thousands of miles beyond, how to read the thoughts I have for you,
you how the dough is light,
louboutin, listening to my voice , listening to each other,
abercrombie, silent and waiting for care. You know, parting that night, your smile tears, buried deep in my heart to become a rushing river, not swimming, that the voice of the river, desperate to be my daily night singing.
dear, tonight, let you in my dream to wear red shoes, the wind dance, so dance is a ray of thousand feet of long-sleeved Acacia, into a classic dance,
moncler homme, dance into a legend. The blooming time, blooming flower; the time go back, seems in calm. The remaining years, I will regret to miss woven into a good-looking clouds, the wind gently drift.
dear, tonight, I want you in the moonlight blue: blue moonlight, weaving my pure love,
chaussure louboutin, a touch of sadness. There are clouds companion, on children no longer alone. You see, white clouds floating, like the sleeves Qing Yang Chang-e. Open the bottle sealed osmanthus wine, the distance you, Laurel has been in full bloom, the flowers are fragrant; and I were drunk with, hold high the jade cup, drink a toast, until the wind Aria disabled!
dear, you know?
in you and I were each on a windy day, physically and mentally fatigued, I learned Rinpu standing. Thin broken pieces of the past are with it three thousand black hair, flying in mind as wantonly tear, Pepsi is in the interpretation of the impermanence of life it? A jar of ancient brewing temperature Millennium, sigh career dream, we can see who is there to this earthly success or failure about? That light cream parasol monologue that Xiao cool dew of disillusionment after the cold, and it was a beautiful bloom, at this time, be removed with the seasons change and clear.
dear, if that missing just a moment's mood, the Millennium Lanzhou on the interpretation of string and wind How warm will warm to cold, wet? I also need them pull pieces Zi Yan cover the body, in order to cover up their own mind what the well-being? How can I have the heart of today's Bihaiqingtian every night?
long life, but stood gazing at the moment;
dream, stretch toward the sun, so a person's arrival;
dear, I have loved you!
the heart to stay in the place nearest to you, but, my dear, you and I, respectively, have this day, I see you every night of the poem from the Tang and Song flowing through, listening to mountain stream, watching Liulv pink. At that moment, hanging smoke Liu Di, also has deep drunk. Green willow in between getting a tree in full bloom of flowers, formed a white dress you, that moment, my gentle drunk your heart!
Tonight, I have some trance, slightly close your eyes, it seems that their reclining on the swing, let your light in my arms, Qingyin the next year, when flowers are blooming, and the king were known.
dear, in fact, a lot of things the world is so ruthless, as this Sasa swirling flowers, who knows that one of them will be past life of the agreement? Or, falling in front of, not. Only, looking at the flowers a little bit reminiscent of some sentimental and romantic illusions, past lives, we Xiang Wei dependent, the number of flying over flowers? Life, we're old, too old to need each arm, we can sit under a tree, let the blossoming thin plume from our hair glide!
long and arduous journey that the road, it is not too enthusiastic can cross over. Today I finally understand the original so-called distance, is by no means the gap between the horizon and the Cape, is not all gloomy waiting required, just a turn, we were able to listen to ebb and hugged, with sunrise moonset.
Day also said the sun, not toward the twilight
dazzling rise, like the guy's passion for hot, boiling
like a small doll face while tears Lian Lian, while the joy of laughter
love deeply,
abercrombie & fitch, Si Qieqie
dark nowhere to hide it under the eyelids
shame on the moon said, did not
silver evening rise towards the glorious, the specter of a different kind of edge
moonlight, serene quiet overflow
Meilun hwan you ah
love Lian Lian, itching
simmer see it held the first bend Crescent
infatuation, such as columns, I ah
also guarded patch of horizon
bring your hands, my hope ah
with my hot body, your bland melting
willing we love
accompanied day and night forever and ever fell in love
moon shine
not say the same abandoned ... ...
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Having worked overseas nearly 30 years, Chinese-born painter Jia Lu has made unique contributions in helping Western audiences understand more about the East through her canvases.
She was recently short-listed in the “Ten Most-focused Chinese in the World" by none other than the Global Times. The reason? “Her paintings fuse Chinese and Western elements, showing a modern China with beautiful colors," according to the panel.
“I have a deep sense that my mission to help the rest of the world understand China is not only an artistic goal but a personal responsibility," Lu says, when asked how she felt. “This award reminds me of the importance of that obligation."
Her father, Lu Enyi, was a famous painter who taught her to paint when she was very young. Like many painters of the time, she learned Chinese ink painting first, and was taught by master painter Fan Zeng.
But like many artists who traveled abroad in the 1980s, Lu felt lost in the collision of cultures, and turned to different ways of appreciating art.
When she left China for Canada in 1983, she quickly discovered that, for her new friends, without an understanding of Chinese culture and history, her art was “simply too alien to understand."
“In Chinese painting, we value the traditions passed from one generation to the next; for Westerners, true art is about originality and individual expression," Lu told the Global Times. “Ink painting explores the expressiveness of black ink and the bamboo brush; but to a Westerner, who has never held a brush before and is used to the color and richness of oil painting, my art seemed dull and lifeless."
Although her paintings sold well in the overseas Chinese community, to reach a larger audience, communicating essential concepts of traditional Asian culture to a Western audience was key.
Her solution? Borrow the techniques and expressive power of oil painting, with its illusionistic perspective and realism, and substitute Asian content. The method is known as “Jiechuan Chuhai", or “Crossing the sea in a borrowed boat."
“We have a unique, complex and rich culture. But we share [that] among ourselves, using a difficult written and spoken language, raising a high wall that excludes the rest of the world." Lu says. “By borrowing Western art history to communicate Eastern ideas, I have been able to tear down a small section of that wall."
Having grown up in a Confucian society that emphasized personal sacrifice, selflessness and hard work, Lu discovered her Western friends appreciated these values much more than their wealth and luxury.
Her painting was infused with Buddhism, an Eastern spirituality cherished by many Westerners.
Having first visited Dunhuang in 1980, spending several weeks copying its Buddhist art – some of the rarest early examples of Chinese figurative art – directly from the cave walls, Lu studied figure painting.
But it was not until she worked in Japan in the early 1990s that she began to explore their significance, finding their ideas represented what was most enduring and special about Chinese culture: compassion, mindfulness, a deep respect for learning and wisdom and a belief in the perfectibility of the human state.
Lu began to show her works in China: at the Shanghai International Art Fair, Art Beijing and CIGE expos, and found how “vibrant the Chinese art market had become in the so-many-years I’d been away, and how open it was to new ideas."
“I am both humbled and inspired that my work has been recognized in this way by the Global Times. It is an honor to be included among the other outstanding artists whom I have admired for so long," says Lu.
“But in the end, I think it is not important if I live or work in China or in the West, The important thing is to continue to paint for a global audience, to improve my own art as far as I am able, and to strive to be a better person."
watching Liulv pink. At that moment
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