王荣第一次画画,是在自己的小被窝里。那时的她,不懂线条之美,不谙意境之道,只是觉得被面上的花花草草漂亮,便用胖乎乎的小手在上面描摹。那年,她3岁。自此,画笔就如同影子般与她一直随行,再不曾离去。和王荣的第一次相见,是在一家奇石店。“你看这块石头,是不是很像一名击剑手。”“再看这块,像不像一位九天仙女,还有这块,像不像一只小羊……”一 Wang Rong first painting, is in his little quilt. At that time, she did not understand the beauty of lines and did not understand the way of artistic conception. She only felt that flowers and plants on her face were beautiful and she described it in a chubby little hand. That year, she was 3 years old. Since then, the brush has been traveling with her like a shadow, never leaving. The first meeting with Wang Rong, is in a Kistler shop. “Look at this stone, is not like a fencer.” “Look at this piece, like a nine-day fairy, and this piece, like a lamb ... ...” one