夕阳余晖。老树枯枝下的一把藤椅,窗台上的一对高脚杯,幽帘外的红云,早已守候着您回来开启的那瓶古韵红酒。轻轻推开家门,无声的艺术言语、蓄情的空间,引领出时空抽象的广度。嘘……轻点,再轻点,别惊醒那只窗外枝桠 Sunset A wicker chair under the dead branches of old trees, a pair of goblet on the window sill, the red cloud outside the curtain, has long been waiting for the bottle of ancient red wine that you came back to open. Gently open the door, silent art language, memory of space, leading the breadth of space-time abstraction. Shhhhh ... Tap, then tap, do not wake up that window window