Spring is my left and right balance（二）

--- Because I have free time to free the brain after thinking it over, and only grew more and more Biequ.
How my career had just been walking like a dung fork so simple? And the fork will never have to go back after the room for it? Now I have thirty-year-old, and this life really so hastily to it? I am willing to ... ... how can it?
I turned over my fleeting "only" transport table: header from Tianjin to move fourth grade I read that year, the family has a theme of pictures for the German girl, her left arm holding a puppy, right arm draped a garment, it is very elegant and subtle look. I especially like the pictures, copy repeated a dozen times a summer vacation are not satisfied. And one day a neighbor came to my house stopping child, I saw a man sitting in a small bench and painted it to concentrate on painting ah, actually moved to find my father said: if she had my child, I let her die poor to learn Painting!
So on a Sunday morning my father took my picture of the German girl, to the East River area to find a well-known painters.
Dad came back with a smile, he said, starting from next Saturday, once a week I go to the artist studied painting, tuition later.
Confusing to happy days, Bo Yang is pleased to Saturday, my father was informed from the factory "border" of the news. We are left Baotou City on Thursday, when the whole family a loss, a picture of unpredictable future. Only about one person I regret my missed, thinking of the old and good friend, the painter who seek only one side even if it is also worth ah.
Mr. Zhang Zhiying in the sixth grade under the watchful eye of my many hobbies have been upgraded, and to the junior high school I worked as a solo role; class chorus I have accordion accompaniment; school art team of seven violin ensemble, I was one of ; two days of the semester, our class-act play performed, "two hundred adobe", is my original. And after marriage, I often help them to write couplets Village neighborhood, painting embroidery, cut window bars and the like. Two years ago I went to see the way to the country about seven years I lived in a small North Spring House, it has never been painted on the walls of fine calligraphy went so far as close to what I call: the first step risk breaking the ice, behind the no sun.