In the face of the room full of paintings, colleagues have praised that she should open art exhibition, friends also encourage him to walk the road to sell paintings. Mentions this matter, Yanmei laughed, "these things I can not do it, I would never drill in the studio," "besides, I have a gap between them, can not let the picture taken out flawed." I said who so struggle, in the final analysis is not for a fame and fortune, she looked up, light smile: "the name is so important?" And, I don't think this is a struggle, I draw, I am happy."
Yanmei always happy mood, Thanksgiving Thanksgiving life her fate. A support his career of her husband, the son of a healthy growth, a quiet studio, a group of like-minded friends, is sufficient.
When you leave, Yan Mei sent me to the street. She suddenly noticed the streams of people busily coming and going there, a face, the quiet: "the other branches, the vast!" Down her eyes, I see across the street, a strain of pomegranate, a bit green Mingyan, not tall, not vigorous, in the city of dust quietly.
The painter Yanmei have a pair of eye, can find all earthly things all can paint. She is not a world of mortals Ling Han opened Lamei? Simple, sweet, do not boast good color, but was left in the world.