A Little Lizard's Life No.1 Painting

A Little Lizard's Life The vast sea rushes toward this little lizard, Who is used to overlooking from hundreds of meters in the air, As natural as climbing a cactus in his hometown, Without fear, In the principle of hours. He is unaware of the motherland he has never visited, Even if a dune still retain a plant for him; Even if a bush somewhere are filled with the berries he loves; Even his skin has faithfully inherited the textures of his ancestors' adapting to the scorching sun. But in the city thousands of kilometers from his habitat, This little bearded dragon has already known, The real hometown is where he lives. In the picture immersed in a damp sea breeze, where is so different from home, There are always passing ships and clouds waiting for him to lie by the window and see. The distant hometown is nothing more real than this moment, ---- Since there is no way to meet, there is no word for missing. And everything that surrounds him, Which has been defined by human, He marks with his tail an entirely different understanding: Greeting the socket, ignoring the plant in the corner, The curtain is the weather of dancing, The painting box is the cradle of slumber. Wherever in the world he has trodden on with his little claws, There's nothing he can't understand. Except for glass, except for glass, It is an unintelligible, confusing dream. Artist's Website: Ins: Wushuangtongarts