A few years later, I picked up my painting again.

After entering the university, everyone else was versatile, dancing and singing, but one day, I looked back at myself as if I had no talent. When I was a child, I studied painting for several years, but gouache sketches were all hand-painted, fragmentary and not proficient. I like calligraphy and seal cutting, but I haven't studied it specially. It is purely business self-study.

Suddenly one day, I really have nothing to do, and I have the urge to draw. I want to write, but I am afraid that I will break it. After studying painting for so many years, I still can't draw well, which is embarrassing. It's really courageous. But in the end, the desire to paint covered up everything, and finally bought a set of simple tools and started painting after many years.

After a few hours, I dare not look directly at my own problems, and my level has regressed too much. I have not been familiar with verbs for many years. But on the whole, it's not as bad as I thought, and there are still many places to work hard. After so many years, most of the people who studied painting with me are art students, and I seem to have taken a different road from them. Whenever I see my first painting in college and think of being praised by my roommates, relatives, friends and teachers (maybe they really think I'm an amateur and don't have such high demands on me), I think painting is not a kind of love for me, but an interest, and it's also a pastime that I want to write when I'm bored.

All this makes me have the impulse to further study and explore, regain my confidence in painting, pick up a brush and explore more feelings, illustrations and hand-painting that I have never touched before ... Maybe the future development direction is not here, but who can say that it is meaningless? For me, it brings a baptism of soul that no one else can reach.