那年我五岁,刚刚上幼儿园。那天,妈妈正好在家休息,她在厨房。我一个人在房间看着电视,看着看着,就拿了一支水彩笔,在房间的墙上画了一只小兔子。刚开始画的时候,我觉得很开心,可是画着画着就开心不起来了,因为发现我的画远没有自己想象中的美丽。我想努力把画改好看些,可无论我怎样修改,还是一团糟,墙上被画得不成样子。不如拿橡皮把画擦掉?我迅速从书包里掏出橡皮,扒在墙上认真地擦着,可水彩画怎么也擦不掉。我又拿来小刀在墙 That year I was five years old, just kindergarten. That day, Mom just resting at home, she was in the kitchen. I was alone in the room watching TV, looked at, took a watercolor pen, in the room wall painted a bunny. When I first started painting, I felt very happy, but I was happier when I was painting, because I found my painting far from being beautiful in my imagination. I want to try my best to improve the painting, no matter how I modify, or a mess, the wall was painted a bad look. It is better to take eraser to wipe the painting? I quickly pulled out from the bag, eraser, grilled in the wall carefully wipe, how watercolor can not rub. I brought a knife in the wall