一他突然感觉有点累了。雷声也停了,暴雨也停了。坐在床沿上,有点出神地凝视着墙上。墙是雪白的,以前只感觉到它的干净甚至圣洁,他从来没有想到,自己一直在画布上作画,有朝一日居然会在这墙上作画。画面分明还只是一簇玫瑰的雏形,但是,他仍然不急不躁,他知道,凭着自己的能力,把这幅作品画到尽善尽美没有一点问题。他虽然姓唐,但是,在这所大学的美术学院,一提起他,都不说唐老师,而是立刻反问,是不是画玫瑰那个画家?可见他画玫瑰的名气。就如一提到齐白石,人们自然会 Suddenly he felt a little tired. Thunder stopped, the storm stopped. Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall a little bit absentmindedly. The wall was white, previously only perceived as clean and even holy. He never imagined that he had been painting on the canvas, and would one day paint on the wall. The picture is still only a prototype of a cluster of roses, but he is still not impatient, he knows, with his ability, this painting is perfect without any problem. Although he surnamed Tang, but at this university’s Academy of Fine Arts, mentioned him, do not say Tang teacher, but immediately asked, is not painting that rose painter? Shows that he painted rose fame. As mentioned in Qi Baishi, people will naturally