天阴沉沉的，被一层黑纱笼罩着，狂风大作，树枝发出沙沙的响声，一个孩子坐在窗前注视着漆黑的夜空。他流泪了，泪水顺着脸颊一直流到衣襟上，没过多久，衣襟都湿透了。他叫小飞，是一个美术系的学生。这一天，天气很好，天空万里无云，偶尔还有些凉风做伴。他带着他的美术作 The sky was overcast, covered in a layer of black yarn, and the wind was blowing. The branches made a rustling noise. A child sat in front of the window and stared at the dark night sky. He shed tears, and his tears flowed down his cheeks until he reached the coat. Before long, his clothes were soaked. He is Xiao Fei, a student of the Fine Arts Department. On this day, the weather was good, the sky was cloudless, and occasionally there were cool breeze. He took his art