上世纪六十年代末,我下乡插队时,就有一个画家梦。但参加工作后,我却一直没有机会学习国画。2003年3月,天水老年大学正式开课,我有幸成为首届国画班的学员。退休后重返课堂,让我仿佛又回到了学生时代,童心未泯,激情澎湃。开学伊始,用什么笔、什么纸、什么颜料我都不知道,刚拿起画笔时,手总是不听使唤,色墨落在纸上,不是走了形就是找不到感 In the late sixties of last century, when I went to the countryside to cut in the queue, I had an artist dream. However, after I joined the work, I never had a chance to learn Chinese painting. In March 2003, Tianshui Senior University officially started, I was fortunate to become the first painting class students. Returning to class after retirement, I seem to have returned to the student days, innocence, passion. The beginning of the school, what pen, what paper, what the paint I do not know, just picked up the brush, the hand always do not listen to me, the color ink on the paper, not the shape is not to go