·六角亭·初中的时候,学校在它东面。美术老师说要写生,一群人春游似的扛着画板,花坛里的花也鲜艳许多。虽然就只是学校门口。心飞了出去,天就没个边界。我也画,多数时候却看着别人在画。看她们描绘自己小花园似的仿佛讲着故事,我恍惚中也许也想起了自己的小忧伤,小快乐。最喜欢的是用钢笔画的。枝枝丫丫错乱的枝条,一径石子路过去,亭子的一角。偏紫的蓝墨水洇了纸生出茸茸的小丝,画真活了起来似的,毛着你的心直痒痒。 · Hexagonal kiosk · junior high school, the school in the east of it. Art teacher said to sketching, a group of people carrying a springboard-like painting, flower beds in many brightly colored flowers. Although it is just the school gate. Heart fly out, there is no border days. I also draw, most of the time watching others painting. Look at them as if depicting their own small garden like a story, I may also think of my trance, his little sad, little happy. Favorite is pen drawing. Branches Yaya confused branches, a stone path in the past, the corner of the pavilion. Violet purple ink 洇 paper gave birth to a hairy little silk, painted real life like it, Mao straight heart itch.