一日,我走进曾经在其中疯狂过的画室,学弟学妹们的作品一幅幅呈现在眼前。他们在进行静物素描,画的是一个素白色的花瓶,瓶中一枝鲜艳的红色玫瑰。那花,那花瓶在它们的笔下都显得那么形象、逼真,想到我们当时也曾因“笔下生辉”而成为校园中一道亮丽的风景,心中不禁涌上一丝骄傲之情。现在,他们的技术似乎已胜过我们,不禁浮出一丝微笑。画,真是一个美丽的世界!突然,一幅画出现在我面前,这是怎样的一道裂痕哪!深深地裂进花瓶中,与 One day, I walked into the studio where I had been crazy, and the works of the younger brothers and sisters appeared one by one. They are still making a sketch of a still life. They paint a plain white vase with a bright red rose in the bottle. The flowers, the vases look so vivid and realistic under their writings, and we think that we were once a beautiful scene on campus because of the “brilliance of the pens”, and we could not help but feel a sense of pride in our hearts. Now that their technology seems to have overcome us, we can’t help but smile. Painting is really a beautiful world! Suddenly, a painting appears before me. What kind of crack is this! Deeply cracked into a vase, and