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北风肆虐,寒如刀削。我一步一步踩着失去绿色的青苔台阶,鼻孔里充斥着的是空气中弥漫的酸涩气味,真不想在这地方停留一分一秒。好不容易来到顶楼的画室,我开始寻找阳光,在如此寒冷的冬日,只有阳光才能温暖我。偌大的一个画室,只有一小块地方享有阳光,我跑向阳光地带,伸出手,触摸着阳光,触摸着金色的温度,兴奋不已。我迫不及待地放下画板,坐下,用双手和阳光嬉戏。“这个位置是我的。”忽然,一个声音从门口传来。“什么?这是你的地盘?”我还未抬起头来,愤愤的声讨已破口而出。
North wind rages, cold as knife. Step by step on my green mossy step, my nostrils were full of sour scent in the air, and I really did not want to stay here for a minute or two. Finally came to the attic studio, I started looking for sunshine, in such a cold winter, only the sun can warm me. A large studio, only a small place to enjoy the sunshine, I ran to the sun, reaching out, touch the sun, touched the golden temperature, excited. I can not wait to drop the drawing board, sit down and play with both hands and the sun. “This location is mine. ” Suddenly, a voice came from the door. “What? This is your site? ” I have not looked up, angrily denounced.