圣诞夜的雪下得更大了,我把手插进口袋,加快了步伐,皮靴在积雪上发出“嚓嚓”的声音。我看了看周围,整条大街寂静无声,看不见一个人影。我快速地闪进一幢灰色的房子,我知道那里住着一位女画家,她有着长长的头发,很美丽。我站在她身后,她拿着调色盘正在给画上色,画上是一个穿着 Christmas Eve snow greater, I put my hand in your pocket, speed up the pace of boots in the snow issued a “Cha Cha ” sound. I looked around, the whole street silent, can not see a silhouette. I quickly flash into a gray house, I know there lived a female painter, she has long hair, very beautiful. I stood behind her, she was holding a color palette is painting to color, painting is a dress