Last autumn, I first met the paintings of Xiao Chun. Her works, which the subject is mainly for flowers, attracted me immediately, leading me into the beauty of nature. The artist, with the female’s unique color and soul, using the language of flowers, expresses her abundant talent and placid mind. Her works, with a lively description and a transparent feeling, give an insight into her heart, which is full of romance and happiness. It is really very particular expressing. Among her deep experience and appreciation of the beauty in nature, to the wind, light, water wave, blue sky and white snow, the female artist shows a possibility to face the human life using the painting knife and canvas. The beauty of her works is beyond the senses, like the green valley and still water; contain a divine power of quiet. Standing in front of these elegant works, I felt a pulse of “writing”. It was running, jumping, crossing, through the words of flamboyant color, as if the leaves on canvas were trembling in the vortex of the light and colors. The perceptual knowledge to her works break partly or completely our traditional habit to the figures portrayed, suddenly open up a new blossoming world. Her pursuit to the new material and modern culture is non-stop. Under a calm mind, she takes the overloaded details away from the reality one by one, up to a whole new real world. Usually she doesn’t pay more attention to the subject details and figures; even sometimes she just paints a frame of the still life. The brush may not touch but the meaning is there. She always focuses on the real meaning of the life. While she uses the material, she gives the prominence to the material’ self characters. This is the reason I like her works. There are abundant culture and arts nutrition in her works, instill a complete feeling, with a free manner and various skills. At this moment, it seems that I heard the sound of the wind passing through the window; I heard the sound of flowers blossoming in the deep winter. It is the sound of freedom, full of the tenderness and elegancy of a female’s heart. Flowers, oh flowers, your name alone In the depths of winter Revives spring and dreams of childhood