At the place where the flower shadows are scattered, the original intention trembles like butterfly wings. When the twilight paints the roses on the canvas with golden edges, and when the blue and purple of the embroidered ball flow into th...
In March in Jiangnan, when the first ray of warm sunshine penetrates through the clouds, the buds of the pink peony quietly unfold. The silk petals wrapped in morning dew are like fragments of clouds soaked in moonlight, while the butterfly...
In the world where rice paper and ink wash intertwine, there is a world cherished by time - the "Peony Pavilion". When the brush lightly outlines, the grace of peonies and the ancient charm of flower pavilions slowly flow on the paper, like...