我受惑于画师描绘在纸上的向日葵和星空,在斑斓交织中,在心有灵犀间,体味着微妙的感动并被惊诧到无以言表。指尖轻轻游走在颜料上隆起的弧度间,那温柔的质感,让我只觉得天才的温度百年依旧。画师的手掌心里一定紧攥着属于他的光芒,那应是天才的光火,在无数个夜晚,照亮了一个又一个隐匿的灵感世界。我想,梵·高在画作中的动人抒情,其实并不仅仅仰仗着灵感对他的慷慨施舍。他大挥手笔,将灵魂揉碎,掺入颜料之中,以令人无法望其项背的独特艺术感悟,成就了悲怆而 I was confused by the artist depicting the sunflowers and the stars on the paper, in a beautiful interweave, in the heart and soul, feeling subtle and was amazed to beyond words. Fingertips gently walk in the paint on the raised arc, that gentle texture, I only feel genius temperature is still a hundred years. The painter’s palm must be clutched with the light that belongs to him, and that should be the light of genius, illuminating one after another hidden world of inspiration for countless nights. I think that Van Gogh’s touching lyricism in his paintings actually does not rely solely on his generous charity. He waved his hand, crushed his soul, mixed it with paint, unimaginable its unique artistic insights, achievements of sorrow