山把墨泼成黑的，又怕太闷，便往云里撒了把糖豆&md
<!----><style type="text/css">html{font-size:375%}</style><link href="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712" rel="stylesheet" position="1" data-qf-origin="/static/publish/css/style.css?v=20240712"><!-- 付费贴--> <div class="preview_article "> <!----> <p>山把墨泼成黑的，又怕太闷，便往云里撒了把糖豆——红的、蓝的、黄的，像孩童偷把颜料桶碰翻在峰顶。</p><p>茅屋守着绿草地，像块刚出炉的糕，被树影的糖霜盖了层。垂柳把绿丝绦垂到地上，倒像是要蘸着山脚的雾，写封给春天的信。</p><p>人总说“山水该清幽”，可这画里的山偏不。它把浓烈的彩、泼墨的黑、朦胧的灰揉在一块儿，倒像是天地在学孩童作画——管什么章法，爽快手，把心里头的亮堂，都泼到纸上去才好。</p><p class="qf_image big noneditable" contenteditable="false"><img src="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20260214075154front1_0_451696_FontjwdtCy_m1PnPZoKwSMJ4FHsZ.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" alt="" width="1440" height="1920" data-qf-origin="forum/20260214075154front1_0_451696_FontjwdtCy_m1PnPZoKwSMJ4FHsZ.jpg?watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" data-qf-thumb="https://pics-app.cnyw.net/forum/20260214075154front1_0_451696_FontjwdtCy_m1PnPZoKwSMJ4FHsZ.jpg?imageView2/2/w/1080|watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" data-qf-thumb-origin="forum/20260214075154front1_0_451696_FontjwdtCy_m1PnPZoKwSMJ4FHsZ.jpg?imageView2/2/w/1080|watermark/1/image/aHR0cDovL3BpY3MtYXBwLmNueXcubmV0L18yMDE5MDQyNTA5MTYwMF81Y2MxMGE1MDc5ZjY2LnBuZw==/dissolve/100/gravity/SouthEast" /></p><p> </p> <!----></div>
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