His hands were slender and clean, with well-defined joints. His fingertips were cold and cold as they wandered freely over the keys, crossing the musical range and plucking the heartstrings. Accompanying the ten fingers pouring out is a bold and free melody, flowing smoothly, from A2 to C5, from 1 to 88, pulling at her thoughts again and again, hazy like moonlight.
Her hands are white and slender, delicate and gentle. The arc of her wrist swings with the pencil dancing on the paper, and she is able to carve details with ease. Light and shadow intersect, colors blend, dust flows around in the air, and the paper and the temperature emitted by the fingertips are entangled. From Voltaire to the Statue of David, from acrylic to gouache, his soul has been attracted time and time again, as bright as the warm sun.
In the young and green days, on the road that never stops running wildly, in this summer, the sun is just right and the breeze is just right - I am so lucky to meet you here.
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"A History of Inspirational Struggle for Art Students"
"What should I do when I find out that my confidant/girlfriend likes me?"
This is the story of two art students who had some childhood shadows, who cherish each other, understand each other, support each other, grow together, shed their passion and finally become famous.
On the outside, she is smooth-tongued and does not do her job. On the inside, she is lonely and melancholy. Musician (major) talent & on the surface, she is gentle and sensible. She is a good student. On the inside, she is cold and proud. On the inside, she is a talented artist (major).
——This article is dedicated to those art candidates who have worked hard all their lives with art as their belief and all students waiting to take the exam.
To us who are unwilling to be ordinary