晨光漫窗时,我支起画架候灵感,任松节油清苦的气息缠上指尖、亚麻布粗糙的肌理在掌心轻轻51175af303de3a982ebe5a5f8cd33c49摩挲。那管钛白挤在调色盘中央,像极了故乡冬日清晨窗棂上凝着的霜花,指尖轻轻一搅,便在(试读)...