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我睁大眼睛。没错,画上那只猫又微微动了一下。我从沙发上“腾”地坐了起来。“妈妈……”我轻轻叫道,眼睛却看着靠近窗户的那张画。画上有一只绿色的猫,蹲坐在一座老阁楼二楼的窗前,默默地看着远方。妈妈没有理睬我,她拿着画笔,认真地在画布上勾勒着。如果没有猜错,她的画上很快就会出现一只猫。妈妈所有的画上都有一只猫,不同的猫:茶色、黑缎色、芍药红、茉莉白……各种各样的颜色;喜悦、忧伤、痛苦、愤怒、安静……各种各样的神态。
I open my eyes That’s right, drawing the cat moved slightly again. I sat up from the couch “Teng ”. “Mom ... ” I cried softly, her eyes looking at the picture near the window. Painted with a green cat, squatting in the window of an old loft on the second floor, silently watching the distance. Mother ignored me, she took the brush, carefully outlined on the canvas. If there is no guesswork, a cat will appear soon on her painting. All cats in the mom have a cat, different cats: brown, black satin, peony red, jasmine white ... various colors; delight, sadness, anguish, anger, silence ... all sorts of Demeanor.