我的父亲是个语文老师,亦是我的老师。小时候他教我画画,那时候的我痴迷于那些色彩和线条,不管什么比赛,都是很好的成绩。父亲不仅画得好,还写得一手好字,每逢过年,奶奶村里写对联,父亲总是在院里排开阵势,几 My father is a language teacher and my teacher. When he was young, he taught me how to draw. At that time, I was addicted to those colors and lines. No matter what the competition, I was very good. His father not only draw well, but also write a good handwriting, every Chinese New Year, the grandmother to write couplets, the father is always arranged in the yard array, a few