这是经过岁月筛漉而闪动在我们心头的——人物、故事和风景,我们思不住要用手中的笔轻轻地将它们“涂画”。铭记。无论是故乡那片青青的竹林、挥汗耕作在酷夏里的爷爷,还是母校那色彩斑斓的潭水、簇簇丛丛的樱花树,抑或是倍受旁人嘲笑的“弱智”同学、“孔乙己”式的收废品者,他们都生活在我们过往岁月里,如今研墨涂鸦,我们既不能采取“写生”套路——即景描摹,写实当下,也不能凭想象构图,进行非现实的创作。我们只能静下心来,屏除杂念,努力“摄取”心中最“浓墨重彩”的那一形貌、那一点滴、那一景致,然后用五彩的笔,饱蘸深情,绘出那独特的画面。 This is what has been swaying through our years - people, stories and landscapes. We can’t help but gently paint them with the pen in our hands. Remember. Whether it is the green bamboo forest in his hometown, his grandfather cultivating in cool summer, the pool of colorful water in his alma mater, the cherry trees in clusters, or the “demented” classmates who are ridiculed by others. “Kong Yiji” type of waste collection products, they all live in our past years, now graffiti graffiti, we can neither take “writing” routine - that is, describe the scene, realistic, can not be based on imagination composition, Make non-realistic creations. We can only calm down, dispel distractions, and strive to “take in” the shape of the most “intensity” of the heart, the little drops, the scenery, and then use a multicolored pen to seduce affectionately. Unique picture.