四十岁始,越来越多的责任使我开始沉重。为人子、为人母、为人师、为人友,班上的事,家里的事,朋友的事总免不了天天去做。随处存在的激烈竞争,不断加快的工作节奏以及为物质所累,每日匆促奔波,很少有驻足凝神的余地、品味生活的闲心和从容。在我的日行表里,画画的事儿被锁事儿切割得支离破碎。那种每日都能拿笔画画的状态始终似远离着我迟迟不能归属的爱恋,牵肠挂肚的。然而,日子一天天像流水一样稀哩哗啦地流去,眼 Forty years ago, more and more responsibility began to make me heavy. For the child, mother, teacher, friend, class things, things at home, friends, always inevitable to do. Everywhere there is fierce competition, accelerating work pace and material tired, rush daily rush, there is little room to stop the temptation, taste life leisurely and calmly. In my daily schedule, the drawing thing was cut off by the locker. The kind of daily can take the state of drawing and painting always seem far away from the love I can not be attributed to, drooling. However, day after day like a stream of miles splashed miles, eyes