It was a weekend when the sun was warm on my face.

The teacher of the extracurricular art class took the whole class to the park to sketch, and happened to meet children from other school classes who also came to sketch, so the two sides agreed to compete to see which class had more excellent paintings.

Song Qitang's gouache is dry, and the watercolor paper is sandwiched on the fiber rope pulled by the branches.

After more than ten minutes, I returned the same way and found the same ......

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