I crawled on dry rocks of an alarm clock. It is mirage ?. From afar at the top, I saw a castle. Perhaps in the castle, on the window, a beautiful princess was looking at my imagination with his gold binoculars. So I have to write well this story, who knows the princess empathizes with me. but I think what she saw through her gold binoculars was my confusion in fantasizing about this picture. Writing honestly is very complicated because honesty is part of the complexity, particularly write about this picture. This picture has a depth of art that is only understood by its painter.

To what extent can a painting recognize the artist depicting it? In the beginning, God created heaven and earth after that everything else was made in China. I think it's easier to understand China's big wall than this picture. My laptop is made in China.