3岁时的一场高烧让我的右上下肢失去了正常的功能,从此,我就以蹒跚的步履出现在众人面前。柔弱的母亲不知多少次暗中流泪,她在为我这个“废人”今后的生存担忧。为了不让母亲再流泪,我从小就开始学习生存之术,曾用不残的左手握着毛笔胡乱涂鸦,又拿起画笔将打着补丁的旧衣衫弄得色彩斑斓,但终因缺乏书画天赋,抛弃沉重的毛笔画笔而改学文学。 A fever at the age of 3 made my upper right and lower extremities lose their normal function, and since then I have appeared in front of people with hobbled walking. How many times the weak mother crying secretly, she is for my “scrapped ” future worries about survival. In order not to let the mother cry again, I grew up learning the technique of survival, I used to use the brush left hand graffiti graffiti, but also picked up the brush will patch the old clothes made colorful, but the end lack of calligraphy and painting talent , Abandon heavy brush pen and learn literature.