很多读者写信来,说喜欢吴大的文字,想更多地了解他,于是便有了这篇《为什么要有梦想》。只是,在这里我们仍旧看不到一个“丰富而全面”的吴大。这个会画画、写字、弹吉他的大男孩,依然像一道不动声色的风景.不远不近,以刚刚好的距离,触动你我的心灵。小时候和奶奶生活在一起。在我三四岁百无聊赖的时候,有一天她用粉笔在地上画了一只鸟儿给我看,从那以后我便迷上画画。我奶奶没有念过书,不识字,更没有画过画。但那一次之后她发现自己居然能画出好看的小鸟来。我们欣喜不已,后来又画了很多的小鸟。有一天我回 Many readers write to say that like Wu’s writing, want to know more about him, so there is this “why have a dream.” Only, here we still do not see a “rich and comprehensive” Wu. The big boy, who can draw, write, and play guitar, still looks like an imposing landscape, not far away, touching you and my heart with just the right distance. When I was young, I lived with my grandmother. When I was three or four years old and bored, one day she drew a bird on the ground with chalk to show me that I was fascinated by the drawing. My grandmother did not read the book, not literacy, but did not draw paintings. But after that time she found herself actually able to draw beautiful birds. We are delighted, and later painted a lot of birds. One day I am back