那个开满白蔷薇的庭院,如今遍地睡莲。蔷薇是繁复的,以它华美的精致外表高傲着;睡莲是简约的,以它匍匐之姿奋进着。少年莫奈的眼睛,曾经耀若繁星,仿佛开满了光与影的交错,采缀了千亿星辰。奋进,追逐着的光和影,终于当时光给他的眼吻出琉璃般的盲色时,他以一种铺天盖地的气势,用匍匐的睡莲之海向精妆的蔷薇迫近。阳光下的睡莲,似是沉 The garden full of white roses, now all over the water lily. Rose is complicated, proud of its gorgeous exquisite appearance; water lily is simple, with its creeping posture forging ahead. Teenager Monet’s eyes, once shining if the stars, as if full of light and shadow interlacing, adorned with hundreds of billions of stars. Endeavor, chasing the light and shadow, and finally the time to his eyes kissing glass-like blind color, he was a overwhelming momentum, with prostrate water lilies to the sea of ​​makeup rose approaching. Waterlily in the sunshine, it seems sinking