是风弹拨了窗前的彩色晶亮的小铃儿,还是精美错落的小铃儿唤来了闲荡无主的风,铃儿丁当,风儿沉醉,在风与铃的共振中,我的思绪伴着这铃声飘得很远很远……“圆是复杂的几何图形!”“复杂?”“是的。它包罗万象!”说完,肖老师拿着圆规,随着他那轻巧、娴熟的一动,一个圆便跃入我的眼帘。我便学着他的样子,可试了好几次,都未成功。“我画了三十年都不能画好,你又怎么能呢?” Is the wind rang through the window of the colorful bright little bell, or beautifully scattered small bell called the wind of no mood, the bell jingle, the wind intoxicated, in the wind and the resonance of the bell, my thoughts With this ringing sounds flying far and far... “The circle is a complicated geometry!” “Complex?” “Yes. It’s all-inclusive!” After that, Xiao’s teacher held the compass, and with his light, skillful One move, a circle jumped into my eyes. I learned how he looked. I tried several times without success. “I couldn’t paint well for thirty years. How could you?”