Art -- the warm sun I am looking for

At the end of October, autumn is getting stronger. Sitting in the spacious exhibition hall of the studio and looking through the long and narrow glass window, the persimmons hanging on the treetops are turning red and their heads are slowly drooping. It seems that the bright flowers and plants and the withered and yellow leaves and vines are telling me about my life experience. I can not help touching the scenery and feeling sentimental.