The memory of my parents ' home is alive in my heart.
No matter how our life turns out, the light of our native Windows will warm us until our last breath!
This house is long gone. So I tried to draw my native places, squeezing everything out of my memory as much as possible, down to the last blade of grass.
I want to make a picture out of this drawing. I'll print it on canvas and hang it on the wall.
