The strokes say it all. Yu Xiaofeng dips his T fingers into an inkwell and lets them roam nimbly on the page,twirling like a dragon in flight swirling through the clouds.His lithe touch flits firtatiously over the pap...The strokes say it all. Yu Xiaofeng dips his T fingers into an inkwell and lets them roam nimbly on the page,twirling like a dragon in flight swirling through the clouds.His lithe touch flits firtatiously over the papyrus-like paper,and ina matter of moments,a speedy sketch with assumnedly arbitrary patterns juxtaposed helter-shelter forms into the perfect likeness of Wintersweet shrubs.展开更多
文摘The strokes say it all. Yu Xiaofeng dips his T fingers into an inkwell and lets them roam nimbly on the page,twirling like a dragon in flight swirling through the clouds.His lithe touch flits firtatiously over the papyrus-like paper,and ina matter of moments,a speedy sketch with assumnedly arbitrary patterns juxtaposed helter-shelter forms into the perfect likeness of Wintersweet shrubs.
