I am following nature without being able to grasp her.
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麽可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。