Forest

走吧,眼睛望着同一片天空,心敲击着暮色的鼓。 走吧,我们没有失去记忆,我们去寻找生命的湖。 走吧,路呵路,飘满了红罂粟...
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The woods are those I think I know
The stream of my childhood is by the village though;
It will not see me stopping here
To watch the woods fill up with snow.
 
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And days to go before I sleep.
Adagios 发表评论于
回复首席聊天师的评论:
画可不是儿时的笔触。但回忆是呵。
首席聊天师 发表评论于
真美啊!

你小时候的绘画笔触,可以称得上天才之笔了!真赞!
Adagios 发表评论于
回复nuts000的评论:
It is the one I cherish most. Thank you for your commended
nuts000 发表评论于
这画也太牛了,应该做博客的标准照
铁拐鲤 发表评论于
回复Adagios的评论:
haha, 那把大企鹅吓着了,那还了得?陪罪陪醉:)
you a such a genius, serious:)
Adagios 发表评论于
回复戏雨飞鹰的评论:
I am not professional at all. I did it cuz I was too poor to buy any. 还是不要班门弄斧的好

Your comment flatters me so much! 唯惊唯恐呵.
戏雨飞鹰 发表评论于
masterpiece!

I'm touched by the sentimental attachment to the hometown of the poet:)
The nostalgic verse fuels my homesick feeling.

The paint is wonderful. The color skill is amazing. The snow, the trees and the leaves are natural and beautiful.

"走马读人"是个专业的画家,He possesses great painting skills.I guess he can give a professional comments about the paints here.
诗媛 发表评论于
诗美...图也美..呵呵..喜欢你写的英文诗和汉文诗..
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