Risking great danger, every living being
All surrounded, demanding to survive, to stay alive
Little white black-footed egret, how beautiful! Quietly
Striding forward, he probed the shoal and rushed to the shore
To assassinate what? I can't see clearly
——A· R. Armens
Grey stakes
Abandoned and shimmering ruins
Wrap up the struggling sunshine
The camphors, as thin as bamboo poles, tremble together
Something that belongs purely to a lover
She was disgusted by the sudden appearance of white
Above unfamiliar trails
Flawless skies
A cluster of oleanders bloomed
Sigh in anger
There is a great risk of being alive
It stems from desire
Today becomes yesterday gently
I don't know of a vague moment
Such a topic
Ends at the end of the play
Tragedy or drama
What a boring topic
Vertical shadow of the well
Her slender arms
Already wrapped around a quirky action
I thought of an allegorical beginning
Her golden lips
It is cold and tender and blue
I am rarely discerned in the dangers of the night
Any champagne scent
Coffee with more than hormonal blends
I'll miss those messes
Depicting a wonderful squeak
Anything clear is dizzying
Keep a grey cat
Dinner with a black cat
Not much difference
Will lose the meaning of reading Van Gogh
I stared at the earthy yellow ear of wheat with the only thought
Once looked up at the rain pouring in the sun
To generalize the fallacy of the whole
Van Gogh may not make sense
Spirits and peasant women returned to ancient times
At this moment, time and time do not intersect at all
I wandered idly through the withered catalog
Stayed in front of the picture for a long time
Illustration | Works by Vincent van Gogh