The woods are those I think I know The stream of my childhood is by the village though; It will not see me stopping here To watch the woods fill up with snow.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And days to go before I sleep.
画可不是儿时的笔触。但回忆是呵。
你小时候的绘画笔触,可以称得上天才之笔了!真赞!
It is the one I cherish most. Thank you for your commended
haha, 那把大企鹅吓着了,那还了得?陪罪陪醉:)
you a such a genius, serious:)
I am not professional at all. I did it cuz I was too poor to buy any. 还是不要班门弄斧的好
Your comment flatters me so much! 唯惊唯恐呵.
I'm touched by the sentimental attachment to the hometown of the poet:)
The nostalgic verse fuels my homesick feeling.
The paint is wonderful. The color skill is amazing. The snow, the trees and the leaves are natural and beautiful.
"走马读人"是个专业的画家,He possesses great painting skills.I guess he can give a professional comments about the paints here.