This oil painting is a gentle reflection of the past from the depths of my heart. In the picture, a slightly old wooden table stands quietly, witnessing countless changes of day and night, and carrying my deep attachment to home.
On the table, I specially laid a piece of blue fabric with red and white stripes, which was sewn by my mother when she was young. The wrinkles and wear on the fabric are the traces left by time, silently telling the stories of the past. Every time I see this piece of fabric, it's as if I can hear my mother's soft whispers and feel the warmth and peace from the family.
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