创作感言田野间、山路旁,一朵呆美丽的无名的小花,无声地开放在青青的草丛中,是那么轻柔,那么娇艳。我不禁可怜起它们来,捡捧回来,插入一仿古瓷瓶中。小花依旧微笑着,泡一壶清茶,半倚靠在带垫的竹椅上,耳边丝竹悠悠,这时铅笔在平整素白的纸面上流动,不管外面舂光明媚,柳絮飞扬,室内依旧静谧安然,这时画室里早已充荡了淡淡的幽香。是花香、是茶香,此时心醉了,眼前景物模糊了……一声尖亮的鸟鸣打破室内的宁静,将我唤醒。不知何时,窗外已春 Creation of words between the fields, mountain road, a beautiful flower unknown, quietly open in the green grass, is so soft, so tender and beautiful. I can not help but pity them, picked up back, insert an antique porcelain bottle. Small flowers are still smiling, soak a pot of tea, half leaning on a bamboo chair with cushions, sooty bamboo ear, then the pencil in plain white paper flow, regardless of the outside bright, catkins flying, the interior is still quiet Enron, when the studio has long been filled with a touch of faint fragrance. Is the floral, is tea, at this time intoxicated, blurred vision in front ... ... a bright bird to break the quiet indoor, wake me up. I do not know when, the window is spring