那一年我进了一所中专学校,每天都挎着一个硕大的书包,睁着惺惺未醒的眼睛走在校园的林荫道上,或者整天整天的呆在画室里画着一些谁也看不懂的抽象画,自诩为毕加索第二。直到有一天,团委书记慧眼识“英雄”,把我从画室里扯出来,让我到宣传部任一官半职时,我懒散的习性才有所收敛。 That year, I went to a secondary school and took a huge schoolbag every day. I walked on the avenue of the campus with my uncle’s eyes, or painted in the studio all day long. Can not understand the abstract painting, self-proclaimed Picasso II. Until one day, when the secretary of the Youth League Committee learned “heroes” and pulled me out of the studio, when I was allowed to take part in the position of any official of the propaganda department, my laziness had to converge.