A prairie/ink and color painting
It has been a long time, as long as I am free, I like to grind the ink and flourish the brush to scribble on the paper every day. As time passed, painting becomes a kind of “hobby” and it is impossible to change.
Sometimes. I am wondering it seems that I am doing something stupid and meaningless by spending time on a paper and devoting myself greatly on papers, which gives neither benefit to my own life nor help the society, not even try to make myself fame or earn money.
Fairly, at least painting do not make sound that will not interfere with others, sitting quietly in front of the desk, quietly thinking, peaceful mind, speeding in the circumstances of my own construction, always enjoy it, never tired.@