On the second day of the last New Year, I was accompanied by my mother to Thuy's house to wish Tet. The living room is elegantly decorated. On the table is a tiny bonsai apricot tree in full bloom. Sitting at the sofa, I can clearly see an oil painting by famous artist Tran Van Can named Em Thuy, hanging between the opposite wall, depicting a little girl sitting on a rattan chair. Although I have no talent for painting, I feel that this is a very beautiful portrait. The girl in the picture is about ten years old, wearing a white dress. Shoulder-length hair, oval face, slightly pink cheeks of peach blossom, high forehead, delicate eyebrows. The beautiful coconut nose and plump lips make the face look fresh and lovely. Especially the eyes are wide open, black, flexible like the real thing. I tried changing positions but no matter where I sit, those eyes are always watching me. It must be said that the artist painted this picture very skillfully. He showed the beauty of the girl's soul through her clear, intelligent and gentle eyes. The innocence, innocence, and vitality are revealed through each line. I really like the pose of the little girl in the picture. The little girl sat on a rattan chair, her hands with long fingers interlaced on her knees. That pose is both natural, a little shy, shy, very girly. The more I look at it, the more I see that this is a perfect portrait. I don't know why, suddenly I got the idea that Thuy looks like a white rose bud that has just opened, with a beauty that is both rustic and attractive. What's even more strange is that I feel like she is very close and familiar to me. Every day, Thuy is still with me, picking up books, going to school.