About My – Painting Story
浮生若梦，梦如飘零，
人生短暂，如晨曦之露珠闪烁。
我们彷徨于真实与幻象，
穿行在梦与醒的边缘。
画面中，时间仿佛静止，
每一线、每一色，都诉说着流逝。
我们追逐，我们期待，
在时间的河流中，无尽的寻找。
谁能说，这不是梦？
在梦中，我们得以幻想，得以追逐。
梦醒时，那一刻的悲喜，
在现实中，也许只是飘渺的烟云。
但即使浮生若梦，梦也真实，
每一个微笑，每一滴泪水，
都是我们，深深的烙印，
在这梦与醒的交错中，成为永恒。
所以让我们珍视这梦，
无论怎样，它是我们的影子，
在这浮生中，让我们勇敢，
用梦的翅膀，追寻那未知的彼岸。
Life drifts like a dream — fleeting, untethered —
our existence, as brief as the morning dew glistening in the first light of dawn.
We wander between reality and illusion,
walking the delicate edge between dream and awakening.
In the canvas of time, all seems suspended —
every line, every hue, whispers of what has passed.
We chase, we yearn,
searching endlessly along the river of time.
Who can say this is not a dream?
Within dreams, we are free to imagine, to pursue.
And when we awaken, the joy and sorrow of that fleeting moment
fade like mist in the breath of reality.
Yet even if life is but a dream, the dream is true —
every smile, every tear,
is our indelible mark upon existence,
woven into eternity where illusion and reality entwine.
So let us cherish this dream,
for no matter its shape, it is our reflection.
In this transient life, let us be brave —
and with the wings of dreams,
journey toward the unknown shore beyond.
