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这是一所艺术大学的教师公寓。冬日的早晨,太阳暖暖的照进来,洒在不大的斗室里。客厅和墙角摆满了郁郁葱葱争奇斗艳的鲜花,立在花丛中的是一架旧式钢琴。我仔细打量了一下,所有的墙上都是画,这些画画的都是花,红的,绿的,紫的,还有不红不绿不青不紫的,热热闹闹,千呼百应,仿佛普罗旺斯早春的一角花市来了。——这是画家陈凤玉先生的家。落坐沙发,我顺手把采访笔放在茶
This is an art college teacher’s apartment. Winter morning, the sun shines in, sprinkled in the small cubicle. Living room and corner filled with lush contests of flowers, standing in the flowers is an old-fashioned piano. I carefully looked a bit, all the walls are painted, these paintings are flowers, red, green, purple, as well as not red, green, purple, bustling, thousands of Hundreds Should, as Provence came to the corner of the flower market in early spring. - This is the home of Mr. Chen Fengyu. Sitting on the sofa, I easily put the interview pen on the tea