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选择丹青路的人注定是寂寞的,也应该保持一种寂寞。孤独未知的流浪,能追寻内心深处最真实的声音,为自己而画。它打开我的感官,像花儿一样开着。头伏的前一天下午,夏长秀站在北京798艺术区一进大门的街边,双手背到身后。几个街头艺术家的小摊一字排开,有画肖像的,有画漫画的。一人给外国小孩画像,鼻子画得短了些,他忍不住多了句嘴:再长点儿就更好了。那人放下笔,回过头来,斜着眼瞟了一眼:你也懂画?夏长秀手握一个白色塑料水杯,格子T恤的扣子结结实实地系到头,脸晒得更黑了,哪里像什么画家。学过一点点。他轻描淡写回了一句。
People who choose Danqing Road are doomed to be lonely, they should also maintain a lonely. Lonely unknown wandering, can pursue the most true voice of the heart, drawing for themselves. It opens my senses and is open like flowers. The first day of the afternoon, Xia Changxiu stood in the 798 Art District, Beijing, entered the street, his hands behind. A few street artist stalls lined up, painted portrait, there are cartoons. One gave a portrait of a foreign child, his nose was drawn a little shorter, and he could not help but talk a little more: a little longer. The man put down the pen, looking back, glanced at the glance: you know how to paint? Xia Changxiu holding a white plastic cups, plaid T-shirt fastened to the knot to the ground, his face tan worse, where the painter . Learned a little bit He understhed back one sentence.