如果有一天我变成大人,我可能就不会画画了。1小时候我一直很不快乐,非常非常不快乐。小时候我觉得世界不是我的,但我又跑不掉。不管是我有没有能力跑、懂不懂得跑,我都会卡在里面。我去舅妈家,拿一个玻璃杯倒水喝,正要喝,舅妈过来,把杯子拿走:“这杯子很薄,很贵!”另换一个很粗、很厚的杯子给我。那种感觉就 If one day I become an adult, I may not be able to draw. When I was a kid I was always unhappy, very unhappy. When I was young, I thought the world was not mine, but I could not afford it. Whether I have the ability to run, do not know how to run, I will be stuck in it. I went to my aunt’s house, took a glass of water and drank, was about to drink, my aunt came, the cup away: “This cup is very thin, very expensive! ” Another for a very thick, thick cup to me. That feeling