楼上搬来一位老人,南方口音,听说是个了不起的画家。我从小就喜欢画画,于是在一个下午的黄昏特地登门拜访,向他请教绘画的技巧。刚进屋子,一股浓浓的的颜料味迎面扑来。这种味虽然不像陈酿的老酒那么醇香,却能勾起我对这里的浓厚兴趣。屋子很小,只有一张木床和简陋的厨具,画具则整齐地在床边摆着,像整装待发的军队。老人坐在窗前的小木椅上, Upstairs moved an elderly, southern accent, I heard that is a great painter. Since I was a child, I like to draw pictures, so I visited the afternoon of one evening specially to ask him the skills of painting. Just entered the house, a thick color of the paint fluttering on the face. Although this kind of taste is not as mellow as aging wine, it can arouse my strong interest here. The room was small, with only a wooden bed and shabby kitchen utensils, neatly arranged by the bed, like a ready-to-go army. The old man sat in the small wooden chair in front of the window,