外公是画家,常常带我到野外写生。今天,外公又要带我去画画了。他手里提着装了许多颜料和画笔的箱子,我抱着木质的画板。就这样,我们出发了。我们走到清澈的小溪边时,已经是傍晚了。天边的火烧云恣意张扬,随时变换姿势。看样子,火烧云早已把天空当成了画板。外公把颜料挤到调色板上,吩咐我去打点儿水,然后拿起画笔在调色板上 Grandpa is an artist, often take me to the wild sketches. Today, my grandfather took me to draw again. He put a lot of paint and brush boxes in his hand, and I was holding a wooden drawing board. In this way, we set out. It was evening when we came to the clear stream. The flames of the clouds on the horizon flatter themselves, changing positions at any time. It seems that the fire cloud has long been the sky as a drawing board. My grandfather squeezed the paint onto the palette and told me to get some water and pick up the brush on the palette