张海晶放下手中的油画笔,离开画架,来到窗前。透过窗口,她看见宽阔的瓯江在静静地流着,江面上有几只舢板在捕鱼,下游还有更多的船,它们鼓着一片片白帆远去。江对岸一丛丛的水草里,有水鸟在鸣叫。远山,影影绰绰。张海晶习惯每画上一段时间,便停下来,然后转着轮椅来到 Zhang Haijing put down the brush in his hand, left the easel, came to the window. Through the window, she saw the wide Oujiang River flowing quietly. There were a few slats on the river for fishing. There were more ships on the lower reaches, and they drove a piece of white sails away. Clumps across the river grass, there are water birds in the tweet. Mountains, Ying Yingchao. Chang Hsin-ching used to draw every period of time, then stopped, and then turned to the wheelchair