The youngest son of the Hau Family lit ancestral candles in the main hall to welcome home his Da Jye. He kept vigil late into the night, listening for some sound of her on the long winding road to their gate. When his older sister was home, all would be well.
~and this is true for our family too. My daughter Leigh is home.
absolutely wonderful all your paintings !!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad your daughter is home with you. Thinking of you! ox
ReplyDeleteIt is wonderful to be home. There is no place as happy for me as in the embrace of my mother and in the warmth of my family.
ReplyDeleteYou are good for my heart. I love you.
Thinking of you and your Mom. Glad your beloved daughter is with you.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet, kisses paty
ReplyDeleteThat is good news...I often think of you and your dear Mother.
ReplyDeleteEnchanting painting...lovely details.
Beautiful,I love the atmosphere you did...
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Hello Jeanne-ming
ReplyDeleteyour illustrations and story lines are delightful.
I have a bit of catching up to do.
While I am Australian (Previously a New Zealander) I have one daughter from Korea and one living in Japan so hold an interest in all things oriental.
I look forward to spending time with you.
I have just read Nicole Mones' Lost in Translation, after Peony in Love by Lisa See, so my head is abuzz with things Chinese.
And it is a treat to find your lovely pages.
Happy days
I love your art!!!!!!
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