兰伊雪兰伊雪静静坐在一个古香古色的藤椅里,窗外月光给她身上、头发上镀上了一层弧度美好的银边。她神情淡然,眼睛雾气蒙蒙的,看不出什么悲喜哀愁。面前的红木桌及上面的画夹已经尘埃满面,素描纸被寒夜袭来的冷风吹落了一地。我走进她的世界,没有色彩,只有黑白胶片。 Landy Xuelan snow quietly sitting in an antique wicker chair, the window to the moonlight to her body, the hair coated with a layer of arc beautiful silver edge. Her expression of indifference, foggy eyes, do not see anything sad and sad. In front of the mahogany table and above the clip has been dusty, sketching paper was hit by the cold wind blew the ground. I went into her world, no color, only black and white film.