I am the creator of this oil painting, and every time I gaze at it, it feels like I can re-enter that romantic night that I carefully crafted. In the center of the screen, a woman sits quietly by the window, wearing an elegant green dress with her hair carefully styled, appearing dignified and generous. Her eyes were fixed on the book in her hand, and every word and sentence seemed to deeply attract her, immersing her in a world that belonged only to her.

Beside her, an orange cat lazily lay down, its eyes also looking out the window, as if enjoying this peaceful moment with its owner. The city outside the window, under the cover of night, presents a different scene. The distant lights scattered like stars in the sky falling into the mortal realm, adding a touch of liveliness and vitality to this peaceful night.

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.