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一骏逸画的是梦,曾经的梦中只见爱情。如那个被爱情之梦缠身的马克·夏加尔一样,她也要将各种美丽的颜色铺就在那充盈着美好爱情的梦里。玫红色的、橙黄色的以及宝石般的蓝色,绚烂且夺目。天真烂漫是那时的她的表情,自由自在享受与徜徉在爱的世界中。随手便可捉一朵云,与之一起飘荡在空中,放声歌唱,在树梢间穿行。那只硕大而又丰满的鸟,总会随她左右,或静静地立在枝头,或展开翅膀肆意飞翔,那是她与他的守护神,守护着的是那份未褪掉颜色的纯真爱情。
A Chun Yi painted a dream, I saw the dream of love. Like Marc Chagall, who was embraced by his dream of love, she also paved all kinds of beautiful colors in the dream filled with beautiful love. Rose red, orange and gem-blue, gorgeous and eye-catching. Naive is her expression at that time, free to enjoy and coy in a world of love. Can easily catch a cloud, floating in the sky with them, singing and singing, walking through the treetops. The huge, plump bird always sits with her, or stands silently on a branch, or spreads its wings indiscriminately, her and his patron saint, the unflagging Pure love.