人生茫茫然,几经岁月,明光荏苒,多少春秋?生如夏花,死如秋叶,灿烂与否?静美与否?全然于一身!经历失败的苦楚,泪水浸湿衣襟,目光也不敢自信。雨打芭蕉,酒入凡肠,何以消愁?朋友说,我爱执着画笔,也爱欣赏名家珍作,于是,我也明白了一个道理:一副精致绝伦的艺术品,并不可能永远是暖色调,也会夹杂些许冷色调。人生,亦如此! Life is boundless, after years, Mingguang shy, how many spring and autumn? Flowers such as summer, dead autumn leaves, brilliant or not? Jingmei or not? All in one! Experiencing the pain of failure, tears soaked skirts, the eyes did not dare to believe . My friend said that I love the brush, but also love to see the masterpiece, so I also understand the truth: an exquisite piece of art, and can not always be Warm colors, but also mixed with a little cold color. Life, so!