引子这是一个神奇,因为这个神奇源于一位艺术家在艺术长河中奋斗成长的经历。那是中国困难时期的1961年,阴云笼罩着黑龙江三肇地区。在一条偏僻泥泞的几乎被共和国遗忘的乡村小道上,匆匆地奔走着一个身体单薄,顶着风雨艰难前行的少年。他任凭汗水、雨水湿透全身,也不敢停留半步;因为他知道,他脚下的每一步意味着什么,有可能与梦想中的那个圣洁的艺术殿堂失之交臂:那么,自己所有的努力和梦想,顷刻间,都将化作脚下这脏兮兮的泥水……他紧紧地捂住胸口的衣兜,惟恐衣兜里那张决定自己艺术生命的入学通知书被雨 Primer It is a magic, because this magic stems from an artist in the art of the long struggle to grow up experience. It was China’s difficult period in 1961, the dark clouds covering the area of ​​Sanzhao in Heilongjiang. In a lonely, muddy country road almost forgotten by the Republic, there was a hurried rush of a thin, stormy teenager. He did not dwell for half a step because of sweat and rain soaked in whole body; for he knew what each step at his feet meant, and could have missed the holy art hall of his dream: then, all his efforts and dreams , An instant, will turn into the dirty mud at the foot of his foot ... ... He tightly covered his chest pocket, fear that his pocket that decided his artistic life admission notice was rain