孩提时代,脑子中塞满各种不切实际的想法,“梦想”只是个简单的概念,似乎任何事都能称之为梦想。那时所谓的梦想,现在看起来荒诞不经,但我也只是沉浸在当局者迷的快乐里。后来,稍微从天真中走出一些,梦想也慢慢变得现实起来。即便如此,也从未坚持过,通常是一时兴起,三分钟热血,稍微遇到挫败,就又一千二净地抛到脑后。七岁那年,醉心于水墨丹青中青花的安逸、墨叶的淳朴、飞鸟的欢脱,曾想这样画下去。但我在绘画方面天赋远不及他人,苦练多年成绩平平。长期的压抑令我畏惧踏进画室,于是放下了画笔,放弃了最初的梦想。 Childhood, my mind filled with all kinds of unrealistic ideas, “dream ” is just a simple concept, it seems that anything can be called a dream. The so-called dream at that time now looks absurd, but I am only immersed in the happiness of the authorities fans. Later, a little out of innocence, the dream is slowly becoming a reality. Even so, it has never insisted, usually a whim, three minutes of blood, a little frustration, on the other. At the age of seven, obsessed with ink blue and white ease, ink leaf simplicity, birds of farewell, had wanted to draw this way. But I am far less than natural talent in painting, hard training for many years mediocre. Long-term depression made me fear into the studio, so put down the brush, give up the original dream.