Just because if you wind

Editor's Note: End of the World Cunduan heart love death, from the song War, Smoke in the desert desolate dream, who kept in the dark? There are multiple years of vows? Waterside song sets, Zaibu Dong tears away from the people. Midnight curtain westerly, so the same applies residual light, bald jade dishes passed empty, but each feeling of sadness off. Staring at the office, Han Yan Cui Liu, solitary wind thin film, like Lang described the suffering children, a study in thousands of back, thinking the situation sound raw, like I do not know what means silent; dream, the lonely water, dance pavilion song sets, lonely lonely water flow, a married wind dance music, Fei mild, mended CD left wind and the moon.
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there is a sad called the people have changed, there is a thing called non-human non-pain, recalled into the vicissitudes of life, turned into a little bit of language flap tear of the Red, who also wet of the eye. Cold at winter arrived, but the heart of the bitter cold, what's sleep was disrupted? Even if the dream would also like to decorate with his life, even a drama,doudoune moncler, but also want to perform forever. Who did not expect decoration not your dream, or did not expect to leave the life of the protagonist, never stop, do not miss who had gone away.
if you wind, Lang as willow, willow has been dancing with the wind, smell the supernatant total pool of fragrant, echoed each other,doudoune moncler pas cher, enjoy the world of romance and moved to peep roots smile, a bit shy, somewhat tender, even if Ye Han, also a warm embrace atrium, although not drawing near, there are patches of Si Yi flying, wind is too intoxicating, nowhere so gentle, she can only be an understatement. Roots can not stop time passes, what is the wind and listen to the Willow Lane water, and who still listen? How many memories of Huifei, how many memories with the water. Today, the wind passed away, moving further and further away, scattered edge edge to make, who can remember was the wind and rain on the road, he was still waiting, who knows willow breeze still face, Lang like water, water is still singing the east wind today and I do not know Who.
autumn road, falling gently pick up the little bit of memories, with a line connected into love, hanging in the beautiful night sky, let it shine in the darkness, ready to one day wear on your head gently. But I do not know winter is too sharp scissors, cut the pieces to memory, can not you can tailor, but it can no longer weave fragments of adult students.
one from the War, two recall, fireworks scattered, consumers do have one thousand branches, the sound of a sigh why the Iraqis? Who swallow every night with silent appeal, sleeve tears have dried up, I do not know the roots of music in tears, into the memories of the earth, from lost. Although the concentration of Italian desolately War, but not the hearts of consumers think depression,moncler femme, thoughts shift to pay one thousand dreams,louboutin, virtual who's expecting you into life. Now the water floor, ugly Court, the Guying solo, the only sound left a pool of lengthy, cold rain desolately, Zhu Lei trekking is intoxicating memories, midnight curtain westerly, so the same applies residual light, bald jade dishes passed empty, but each feeling of sadness off.
have about each other, there is desert, who, after each one if you are accompanied by sweet answer, and now Smoke in the desert cold, wind and sand trace, only to send the mind sees Xiliang, empty mess with their minds into an empty dream Since then, wild by night Guying cloud. You know, strong pain who smile, even heartbroken days of shock but also in vain; who understand, how many drunk who roots, the number of Acacia broken trace, only blood and tears do I, the scent of ink dye.
always want to know the spectrum of life is able to sing for us, remember that this life has been perfect, even if it is destined to come to a close, even if the song has now become a residual canopy off the field tile. But how can we pick up the memories of the dead, back piece of the life of the notes, because the wind was gone, who told the fragment has become silent.
who like water just because, there will be no hard and fast world of ruthless water, otherwise how could water still gurgling? The world will not have everlasting interested Petals, otherwise how could one fall without falling back? Just because if you wind, the world will not have everlasting love, or east are truly drawn to the palm? There will be no world-ending feast forever, otherwise how could feast who dance games?
Siyu non Siyu,abercrombie & fitch, Siyu memory Siyu, you never know the secret, and now there is no way to tell you gently with a heartbeat, because, both sides left the dead willow Shenxiang have a dance pavilion song Taiwan, because you chose a wrong road of no return,
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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."