February 22 (Lunar calendar: February 03), 2023 Wednesday | Dawnxisoul393art

Our painting 《Missing at the Turn of Autumn and Winter》here and our interpretation of it is about the story of Daniel and Doris (Dawnxisoul393art) in that late autumn before they finally got together and how they were feeling at the time:

 

《Missing at the Turn of Autumn and Winter》, painted by dawnxisoul393art

The autumn wind withers, the autumn leaves are sparse, and the vegetation is depressed. The carpet of woven leaves on the ground, inlaid with withered petals, complement each other in the desolation and rotate freely in the wind. When we got up in the morning, we saw yellow leaves scattered on the ground. The weather seemed to change from autumn to winter, and the cold feeling came all at once. It's time for the season to change. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, through the ages, the four seasons alternate, plants wither, flowers bloom, and fall, which is the law of nature. Autumn is about to pass, with only a touch of frost. The wind mocked by the cold air tells the coming of winter and cools the last breath of autumn. However, the ripe fruits of autumn, it is also considered to find an ink lyrical offering to autumn. In fact, at the turn of spring and summer, we should indeed be grateful for the sentiments of autumn. Those fruits of our spiritual home, without the inclusion of autumn, how would they ripen and how would they smell.

Although autumn is about to pass away, its soul can be read. The cold of winter cannot subvert the splendor of autumn, the softness of autumn water, its red soul scattered on the maple leaves, the coolness of autumn rain staining the wind, and the country feeling of looking at the moon by the window, all can be in the eternal memory. At this moment, we wander in the cold pavilion, from the autumn cool to the winter cold, trying to find out the comfort of autumn and the coziness of winter, so that the alternation of seasons no longer tangled. Winter, perhaps also a wonderful season, let us once again feel a pure sentiment and experience the rushing cold. Cold Yung ice crystals to the sun, stream valley white fog hook clouds, let us enjoy the scenery in the smoke, look at the clouds, listen to the wind, into the eyes and ears a glimpse of the hazy blurred ecological wonders. Snow scattered flowers fly, trees hanging crystal bright silver, cold wind to go to the countryside into the city, the wind whistling, sound into the ears, let us appreciate the empty piece of ice and clear. This, is the poetry of the poet, is the chapter of the writer, is the painter's ink.

Winter may be a season of perseverance. With the inspiration of plum blossoms, and with indomitable courage, we face the winter frankly, what is there to fear on the three ninth cold day. With the dream of plum blossom fragrance floating in the clouds, with the momentum of ten thousand flowers, bravely facing the winter, what is the fear of the thousand miles of frozen. If we can enlighten our hearts with this, the mind that passes away in autumn must not be in a trance, and the ideal of winter must not be far away. In fact, winter also hides the opportunities of life. All the elves will hibernate in the cold bed in winter, brewing the regeneration of life's vitality. The unstoppable vitality will quietly grow and burst forth. At this moment, perhaps we will usher in one of the best winters. As autumn is about to pass away and winter is about to come, let the journey through autumn become a beautiful memory in our mind and let the strange winter become the most beautiful scenery along the way. Everything shines in the silvery moonlight. In the midst of silence, we look at the distant moon, our eyes showing our strength and determination.

When his lover, a distant girl, shares the same gentle moonlight, she misses him. When her lover, a distant boy, shared the gentle moonlight, he missed her. When love comes into their lives, all the past pain, frustration, confusion, bitterness, and sadness melt silently, just like the flower buds on the dead branches blooming beautiful flowers. Endless yearning has no end, it is a warm taste. where are you? What are you doing? Are you thinking about me? Your lonely heart lives in my heart, and my wandering heart is in your heart. In the dull and lonely years of the library, our beautiful name always shines in front of us, and there is beautiful scenery in our hearts. Missing is an eternal and peaceful warmth. Quiet time passed, and she read all the love poems he wrote to her over and over again. He listened to all the love songs she sang for him over and over again.

Illustrated by dawnxisoul393art

Autumn and winter are both natural undertakings, and just as red flowers and green leaves reflect each other, they too have a vein of development, a deep integration from the outside to the inside. It was a moving moment when all our memories moved because of us, and our moods changed with our thoughts, happiness, sadness, worry, or excitement. Our expressions also changed with our moods, or laughing or crying. Told us the privacy of our hearts and let us see the passion inside us. From that moment on, we began to open our hearts. Reclaiming the barrenness of our emotions, planting the seeds of love, and growing its branches. How many nights, time and time again, saying goodbye, always saying we're going to bed early, but e-mailing until 2 or 3 in the morning.

Illustrated by dawnxisoul393art

The gentle wind gently shook the dream. Picked a maple leaf from a foreign country, engraved the deepest blessing, flying in the wind, floating to you, floating to you. With the rain and wind, waiting for the flowers to bloom, together, between heaven and earth, guarding our only, guarding the mountain alliance and sea oath, guarding the agreement of years. Deep thoughts, deep fragrance, deep emotion, and deep melancholy will permeate the fragrance of flowers next spring. When we looked up and saw two white clouds in the sky, it was the most beautiful encounter in our life. Hazy with a trace of coolness, the sunlight faded the dazzling narcissism, making the color of the earth flow naturally, with clear layers and clear context. Every place we saw was bright, orderly, and had a touch of poetry. The blending of bone and meat gave a straightforward expression without any impurities and was impeccable.

Every morning when we woke up, we were interlinked, cheerful and generous, warm and smiling, so we broke into our respective lives. Our unique temperament and charm deeply attracted us, and let us pour out our own feelings completely and thoroughly. Thanked us for having us in our lives, for our love for us, and for all we had done for us. There was nothing to return, only a loving heart, only our love, only our endless thoughts, praying, and blessing for the other side of the sea. The night was cool, the waves licked our feet, the faint stars all over the sky gradually blurred in our sight, and warm tears gushed out of our eyes. 

Autumn and winter are like two opposites, without any necessary connection, but they are connected by nature, giving us a sense of connection and change without any reason. Autumn uses wind and rain to play a passionate charm, which can express emotion, praise, sadness, and sadness. Winter shows strong emotions with ice and snow. Autumn sprinkles the joy of harvest all over the earth, lingering in our hearts with touching stories. Winter rises with sad and beautiful feelings and spreads all over the world to test whether we can stick to it. In those days, when the autumn and winter handover seasons came, our hearts ached faintly. We liked this pain and the feeling of tears because at this moment, we integrated our thoughts into our bones, and the chaotic thoughts affected every nerve to miss. Because we knew spring was ahead. In those days, we often compared ourselves to two lone geese flying in the East and South. Today, the two geese are swimming and flying together, The geese can fly as high as the sky.

Original by dawnxisoul393art

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Thoughts behind Our "Missing at the Turn of Autumn and Winter" Painting（One of Our Spiritual Self-Healing Thoughts）