儿时,爱画。用硬泥巴、息炭、粉石在岩板路上、墙壁上、灶上涂涂画画,想画什么画什么,想怎样画就怎样画,自由自在,快活!有时在教室黑板下捡得一节半截老师丢下的彩色粉笔,更是喜不自禁,用纸包了又包,会高兴几天,舍不得用。长大了,怕是没有画画的命,为了生计,去做了政治课的老师。做梦都想画画,又不得画画,日思夜想的,真是苦死了。老天帮忙,学校要成立美术系。原来的两个美术老师都下放了,叫我来帮忙筹建。之后,我就彻底改了行,成了一名美术教师,画画成了我的专业。 Childhood, love to draw. With hard mud, charcoal, pink stone on the rock road, the wall, the stove Tuatan painting, painting what to draw what, how to draw on how to draw, free, happy! Sometimes picked up under the classroom blackboard Half the teacher left the color chalk, but also emboldened, paper bag and bag, will be happy for a few days, reluctant to use. Grow up, afraid there is no painting life, in order to livelihood, to do a political lesson teacher. Dreaming all want to draw, but also not drawing, day thinking night, really bitter dead. God help, the school should set up art department. The original two art teachers are decentralized, told me to help build. After that, I completely changed my course and became a fine art teacher. Painting became my specialty.