当我第一次提笔,画出第一张画,你说当时的我不谙世事却是一脸满足的微笑,你说你当时就明白:我的未来注定将与画笔结下不解之缘。你料想得没错,从那一刻起我便再也放不下画笔。你看着我稚嫩的小手被铅灰抹得乌黑却仍孜孜不倦地描画着的身影,摸摸我的头,递给我一杯牛奶。我向 When I first wrote a pen and drew the first painting, you said that at that time, I was inexperienced but a smile of satisfaction. You said that you knew at the time that my future was destined to be confused with the brush edge. You think right, from that moment on I no longer put a brush. You look at my innocent little hand was lusted with lead dust is still tirelessly portrayed the figure, touch my head, handed me a glass of milk. I will