When nib kiss drawing paper is given out blast an attrition, when colour gorgeous the sunshine that spills distance of Sa Ying line, should draw the outline of midstream to be being shown rare ala and contented, my heart can be permeated with a lukewarm thaw to touch. Because, dream photograph is accompanied, and I, never be far from.
当笔尖轻触画纸发出阵阵摩擦，当色彩绚烂泼撒映衬远方的阳光，当勾勒中流露着希翼与满足，我内心便会洋溢起温暖和感动。因为，梦相伴，而我，不曾远离。
Dream, what is a dream? I think, see art teacher pushs an all sorts of subdued pure color from inside painty canal for the first time, mediate or bright or dark, or full or of hollowness tonal when, my painterly dream came up out of land in the heart. Although shallow light, although hazy, but I or part tell mother sturdily, I should learn a picture.
梦，什么是梦？我想，第一次看到美术老师从颜料管中挤出各种柔和的纯色，调和成或明或暗，或饱满或空旷的色调时，我的绘画梦便在心中出土了。虽然浅浅淡淡，虽然朦朦胧胧，但我还是有几分坚定地告诉妈妈，我要学画。
First when learn a picture, skill is very not close still, from time to time gets of the teacher berate, from time to time gets of the classmate sneer at, from time to time is heaved a sigh soundlessly by parents, make the dream all the more in my heart persistent however, on class, I you laugh at roar “ what laugh, I can become Chinese top-ranking artist certainly in the future! ” , chase after a dream to begin from this.
初时学画，技巧还很生疏，时而受到老师的呵斥，时而受到同学的嘲讽，时而受到父母无声的叹息，却使我心中的梦愈加执着，一次课上，我便大声说出“你们笑什么笑，我将来一定会成为中国一流画家的！”，追梦便由此开始。
Below my strong demand, when the teacher manages to find time, promise to take me to go out sketchy, at the beginning I draw a simple leaf repeatedly very laborious, foliaceous figure repeats clingingly however on canvas, the Xie Zhi that accompanying morning dew from the picture sometimes arrives the leaf that mirrorring Yu Hui, the look does not leave the vivid lamina on the tree from beginning to end, because I understand a composition, the appearance of that leaf is the rudiment of my dream, the nervation of that leaf is the framework of my dream, the mesophyll of that leaf is the dream of my vivid!
在我的强烈要求下，老师抽空时答应带我外出写生，一开始我连画一片简单的树叶都十分费劲，却执著地在画布上一遍遍重复叶的形状，有时从画伴着朝露的叶直到映着余晖的叶，目光始终不离树上生动的叶片，因为我明白作文，那叶子的形状就是我梦的雏形，那叶子的叶脉便是我梦的骨架，那叶子的叶肉便是我有血有肉的梦想啊！
As the picture ability matures with each passing day, I am obsessed with at brushwork in the center, the spadger that the wording and purpose of what one writes stamps his foot ases if is demiurgic demon kind active, the spring that the wording and purpose of what one writes babbles ases if is the incorporeal movement that natural achieve gives, the offing with quiet the wording and purpose of what one writes ases if of the everythings on earth of the people of be pregnant with advocate. I sit in window edge to depict the world that confused of this extraordinary splendour shows, in the instant of pens and paper surface contact, as if the soul is met by drawing. Made great efforts truly, stirred emotion truly, yearn for a dream by these downy in taking sturdy line place contented, place cram. I devote oneself to to represent the truest form on the world through painting a picture, experiencing nature to gift of the mankind fluent the deep feeling that is absent with nowhere.
随着画技日渐成熟，我痴迷于绘画当中，笔下跳脚的麻雀仿佛是造物的精灵般活跃，笔下叮咚的山泉仿佛是自然奏出的灵魂乐章，笔下平静的海面仿佛孕育生灵的万物之主。我坐在窗边描绘这个异彩纷呈的世界，在一次次笔与纸面接触的瞬间，仿佛灵魂会被牵引。真正下了功夫，真正动了感情，一次次渴望梦被这些柔和中带着坚定的线条所充实，所填满。我致力于通过画画描绘世界上最真实的形态，体会着自然赋予人类的流畅与无处不在的深情。
Now, although I leave a dream very distant still, but I won't heave a sigh, won't abandon. Because have a dream, I am absent again incompetent the ground rushs about; Because have a dream, my soul is absent alone; Because have a dream, I won't sigh with emotion to carry those who had flown on the head to appear water prediction of a person's luck in a given year from the beginning again. All looks that all have a dream are accompanied form, what consequently I won't not find life is thematic. On the road that pursue a dream, never regret, the dream often is in, i, never be far from.
现在，虽然我离梦想还十分遥远，但我不会叹息，不会放弃。因为有梦，我不在再碌碌无为地奔波；因为有梦，我的灵魂不在孤单；因为有梦，我不会再感慨从头顶飞过的似水流年。一切皆有梦的相伴随形，因而我不会找不到人生的主旋律。追梦路上，不曾遗憾，梦常在，我，不曾远离。