记得孩提时最爱看门前熙攘忙碌的脚夫,晃晃荡荡的挑着一担满满当当的墩子(瓷土)走进深巷中的坯房。那墩子有的洁白纯净、有的粉红柔美,家人告诉我这些像砖头、似米糕的是瓷士,是用来做瓷器的,做好的瓷器能行销五洲。惊叹的我时常将掉在地上的瓷土碎块拾起,或在墙上涂画,山、水、天安门、五星红旗,或将其加水,捏做成坦克、汽车、手枪、小鸟……我的童年在嬉戏中感悟泥性,泥土编织了我五彩斑斓的梦…… I remember childhood favorite front door bustling busy footman, dangling lurking a bear full of mound (clay) into the deep alley in the billet. That pier some pure white, and some soft pink, my family told me that these are like bricks, rice cakes like porcelain, is used to make porcelain, porcelain can do well in the marketing of five continents. Marvelous, I often pick up pieces of porcelain clay that have fallen to the ground, or paint on the walls, mountains, water, Tiananmen Square, the Five-Star Red Flag, or add water to it, pinch it into tanks, cars, pistols, Childhood muddy playful in the play, the earth woven my colorful dream ... ...