Painting to me is like a beam of light in a dense cloud, giving me a glimmer of brightness in my bleak life. This light comes to me from far away, soft and fragrant, like an infatuated lover silently accompanying me. Walking me through the spring and summer, through the autumn and winter, giving me warmth, giving me hope, adding color and strength to my life, and telling me that everything is okay when I am at a loss. Not too bad.
Everything in the world attracts me: whether it is mountains, rivers, flowers, plants or trees; whether it is a gorgeous city mansion or a dilapidated farmhouse or village; whether it is the lively scene of street tourists or the peaceful life of people in their houses; whether it is vast or secluded, dim or bright, simple or tedious--or messy…

绘画于我就像密云中投下来的一束光，使我暗淡的生命中有了一丝明亮，这光亮从遥远的地方来到我身边，柔软并带着芬芳，如同一个痴情的恋人默默的伴随着我，走过春夏，越过秋冬，给我温暖，给我希望，在我的生命中增加了色彩与力量，在我迷茫不知所措之时告诉我一切都还好，不算太糟。
世间的万物都吸引我: 无论是山川大河，还是花草小木；无论是华丽的城市大厦，还是残破的农舍村落；无论是街道游客的热闹景象，还是屋内人们的平静生活；或广阔或幽静，或昏暗或明亮，或简单或繁琐或凌乱……