画院里,小桂坐在竹椅上痴痴地看着手中的笔。秋老师走过来,拍拍他的肩膀:“其他孩子都出发去不同的城市画秋天了,你怎么还在这里呀?”小桂有些难为情地说:“我、我不大想去。他们说我画的叶子太小,金色总是调不好,这样秋天不会来。”秋老师笑着整理好画笔和颜料,交给小桂:“去吧,你是桂子的孩子,我相信你会带去秋天的。” Painting Academy, Xiao-Gui sitting in a bamboo chair journeying at the pen. Autumn teacher came and patted his shoulder: “Other children are starting to go to different cities to paint the fall, how are you still here? ” Xiao Gui embarrassed to say: “I, I do not want to go They said that I painted the leaves too small, the golden color is always not good, so the autumn will not come. ”Autumn teacher laughed and smoothed brushes and pigments, to Xiao Gui:“ Go, you are a child of kiwi I believe you will bring the autumn. ”