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When he was seven or eight years old, he entered a private school, first reading the three-character classics and then following thousands of poems. There is a woodcut at the top of each page of Poems of a Thousand Families. I remember the first picture is an elephant and a man, who are plowing the fields there. Later, I learned that this is a picture of Dashun ploughing in Twenty-four Filial Pieties. But at that time, I didn't know what that painting meant. I just think it's more interesting to look at the picture above than to look at the "Clouds are light and the wind is light near noon" below. My family runs a dyehouse, so I asked the dyer for some pigments, melted them in a small cup, dipped them with a pen, colored the monochrome picture in the book, and drew a red elephant, a blue man and a purple land, which made me feel very proud. But the paper in that book is not Dowling paper, but very thin China paper, the color of which is painted on the paper above and permeates the following layers. My marker is full again, and it penetrates deeper. When waiting for lust, open the book and have a look. On the next seven or eight pages, there is a red elephant, a blue man and a purple land, which seems to be overprinted by craft engraving.

When I went to school the next day, my father-that is, my husband-almost clapped his hands; I was persuaded by my mother's unknown sister and finally didn't fight. I cried and hid the paint cup under the escalator. When my father went to the Opium Museum in the evening, I took out the paint cup from under the escalator and asked Hong Ying, my maid, to steal some coal paper from the shop and draw it under the foreign oil lamp on the half table under the escalator. Draw a red man, a blue dog and a purple house ... The original appreciator of these paintings is Hong Ying. Later, my mother and sisters also saw it and said "good"; But I didn't show it to my father for fear of being scolded.

Later, when my father was printing a book, I saw a character drawing a spectrum with many patterns on it, so I secretly took it out and hid it in a drawer. In the evening, he secretly took it to the half table under the escalator and showed it to Hong Ying. I don't want to color the book this time; I want to draw some pictures as usual, but I can't draw any. Fortunately, Hong Ying wanted to work hard and taught me to tear a piece of paper from the copybook and print it with traces. I remember that the portrait of Liu Liuzhou was printed on the character spectrum at the beginning. At that time, the first printing experience was insufficient, the ink on the pen was too full and the paper on the copybook was too thin. As a result, it was painted, but it was infiltrated by ink and made very dirty. I was scolded by my sister once. This book still exists today. When I was drying old books, I dug up this nasty image of Liu Longzhou: wearing a robe, his arms stretched out high to the left and right, and he looked up and laughed. But the whole body is covered with colorful ink dots, which I printed that day. Looking back, I was the first to print this painting that day, probably because he raised his arm high and gave a laugh like his father yawned, so he was particularly interested. Later, my painting skills gradually improved. When I was about twelve or thirteen years old (my father had passed away and I was studying in another private school), I had already printed all this character book. The paper used is snow-white historical paper, and the printed picture is colored. The pigment used for coloring still comes from the dyehouse, but the primary color is not used again. I will match various colors myself and apply complex and gorgeous colors to my paintings. The students in the same school are very happy to see it. Everyone said, "It's much better than the original!" Moreover, everyone asked me for a painting and put it in the room as a kitchen god bodhisattva; Or stick it in front of the bed as a "flower paper" to buy during the New Year.

At that time, we painted in private seats, just like smoking opium in today's society, and we dared not make it public. I seem to be a local vendor or a private dealer, and my classmates seem to be addicted opium ghosts. Everyone is doing business in the dark. When Mr. Wang was in the library, our painting tools and paintings were hidden, and everyone waddled through the book Learning in Kindergarten. In the afternoon, as usual, a big man came to drag Mr. Wang out for tea, so we took him out to paint. I printed them out one by one and then painted them one by one. Students will identify the paintings they want in turn, just like registering for a doctor. The person who was painted gave me a reward, but it was not a manuscript fee or a brush, but something: a pair of paper boxes in Jin Lingzi; Hollow out an old diamond shell, and you can add a rope as a gyro pump; The word "cloud" is Shunzhi copper coin (some Shunzhi copper coins are followed by a word with 20 languages * * *. When I was a child, I heard adults say that we had a set of ropes, woven into the shape of swords, and hung on the bed, so all ghosts were afraid to go near at night. But among them, it seems that the word "cloud" is the most rare; Often because of the lack of this word, you can't make a sword. So this kind of copper coin was a valuable gift between us at that time), or copper tube (that is, the shell of rifle bullets used on gunboats at that time). On one occasion, two students had a conflict of opinion over a painting, and they got into a fight. Only then did Mr. Wang know that under interrogation did Mr. Wang know that the reason for the fight was painting. Tracing the source of the painting, knowing that I made it, he called me to walk over. I think I bowed my head after eating a ruler, but I feel my hands burning. Finally, Mr. Wang came over. I was scared out of my wits; But he came to my seat, and instead of holding my hand, he asked me, "Did you draw this picture?" I answered "yes" and prepared to eat a ruler. He pulled me away. Pull out my drawer and search it. My paintings, pigments, printed and unprinted paintings were all found by him. I thought all these things were confiscated: otherwise, he sat in a chair with pictures and looked at them one by one. After a while, Mr. Wang turned his head and shouted "Read!" Everyone read aloud, "When chaos first opens, Gankun begins to drink ..." The case stopped. I stole a look at Mr. Wang and saw him turn over the pictures one by one until the end. During the holiday, I went to bow to him with my schoolbag under my arm. He changed it and said, "I'll give you this book tomorrow."

When I go to school tomorrow morning, Teacher Wang digs out the statue of Confucius in the picture book and says to me, "Can you draw such a big one?" I didn't expect my husband to let me draw a picture. I felt "flattered" and stammered "yes". In fact, I have been just "printing" and will not "enlarge". The word "can" was frightened by the majesty of my husband. After I said it, I felt bored in my heart, as if a big stone had been swallowed in my stomach. Mr. Wang went on to say, "I'll buy a piece of paper, and you can enlarge and draw one for me and color it." I have to say "yes". When the students saw that Mr. Wang asked me to paint, they pretended to be surprised and envious. I was full of worries until the holiday.

During the holiday, I went home with a bag on my back and a piece of paper my husband gave me, so I went to consult my sister. My sister taught me to draw Fang Gezi with a piece of paper and put it in the middle of the picture. The drawing paper is very thin, so the statue of Confucius has a latitude and longitude grid range. Elder sister brought me a sewing ruler and a chalk line bag, made a generous grid on the big paper my husband gave me, then took out the wicker branches for drawing eyebrows from the mirror box and burned them, according to the enlarged drawing method taught by Fang Gezi. At that time, we didn't have pencils, triangles and metric rulers at home. Now looking back at the painting method taught by my sister, its cleverness is really admirable. According to her instructions, I drew a manuscript of Confucius statue with wicker branches; It's exactly the same as in the painting, but much bigger, almost as big as my own body. With a keen interest, I hooked the lines with a brush; A large number of pigments are mixed and colored in a large basin, and a bright, gorgeous and great image of Confucius emerges from the paper. When the people in the shop and the manager in the workshop saw this statue of Confucius, everyone said, "Great!" There are also some old ladies, Yujia enthusiastically praised me as "smart" and said, "When I die in the future, my brother will draw a portrait for me and hang it in front of the coffin, and I will also get some scenery." Among the fame of many boys, waiters and grandmothers, I became a little painter. But when I heard that the old lady asked me to paint a portrait, I was a little panicked. In the past, I could only "draw a gourd according to the pattern." I changed the small painting in the book from an enlarged gun flower (1) to my "masterpiece"; And all by the color of decoration, the line drawing in the book has changed and become my "Danqing". Lattice amplification was taught by my elder sister, and the pigment was given to me by the dyeing shop clerk. The work under his name is still "painting a gourd according to the pattern." Now the old lady wants me to draw a portrait, saying "I can't draw" is detrimental to my dignity; How to realize "drawing" in the future? Don't answer it. Give this picture to Mr. Wang first. Mr. Wang nodded his head. The next day, this painting was posted on the wall under the hall name plaque. Students go to school every morning and worship it with schoolbags in their hands; After school in the evening, worship again. Me too.

Since my masterpiece was published in front of the school auditorium, my classmates have nicknamed me "painter". The big man who came to see Mr. Wang every day looked at the photo, nodded and said to Mr. Wang, "Yes." At this time, the school had just started, and Miss Wang suddenly wanted to greatly improve our private school. He bought an organ, practiced it for a few days by himself, and then taught us to sing the song "It is better to be young than to be ambitious". Another friend was invited to teach us gymnastics. We are all very happy. One day, my husband called me over, took out a book and a large piece of yellow cloth, and kindly said to me, "Draw a dragon on the yellow cloth for me." Then open the book and continue to say, "Just like this dragon." It turns out that this is the national flag for gymnastics. I accepted this order and had to discuss it with my sister again; Enlarge the dragon in the old way, then describe and color it. But this time, the pigments came not from the dyehouse, but from lead powder, Niu Pijiao and red, yellow and blue. I boiled Niu Pijiao, added lead powder, prepared various opaque pigments, and painted them on yellow cloth, similar to the painting of medieval murals. When the dragon flag was painted, it was hung high on a bamboo pole to guide students through the town and do gymnastics in the wild. Since then, my reputation as a "painter" has become higher; I will discuss the portrait of the old lady with my sister again. She said that Ersao could draw portraits and told me to go to his house to "steal prisoners". When I went to my second sister's in-law's house, I saw that they had all kinds of special painting tools: glass nine squares, eraser, Conte, metric ruler and triangle. I asked my second sister-in-law for some painting methods, borrowed some painting tools, and borrowed a pack of photos as a model for practice. Because there was no photo studio in our hometown at that time, and there was no four-inch bust photo in my home that could be enlarged with a glass lattice. After returning home, I bury my head in wiping my pen and taking pictures after school every day. This is for the old lady's request to "cram for the Buddha's feet"; But she didn't take pictures, only one person. My glass lattice can't cover her face and I can't draw her. Everything in the world will be solved skillfully. My elder sister chose a photo of an old woman from a bag of samples I borrowed and said, "Make this man's chin a little sharper, just like our old lady." According to the plan, I drew a portrait of eight or nine points, and drew a beautiful light color on the eraser: pink muscles, turquoise blue coat and flowers with borders; There is a pair of golden pearl earrings hanging on the ear. When the old lady saw the beaded earrings, she felt a flower in her heart. Even if she didn't look like them at all, she said "like". Since then, I have a job-drawing a portrait of a person who died in a relative's house. Living relatives also took a small photo for me to enlarge and hang in the wing; Get ready to move and hang in front of the spirit body in the future. When I was seventeen, I went abroad to study, and I often accepted this kind of voluntary business when I went home during my annual vacation and summer vacation. It was not until I was nineteen years old that I learned charcoal sketch from my husband and saw art works that I gave up this industry. Today, among several old uncles and old ladies in my hometown, my reputation as a brush portrait painter still exists; But most of them think that I "refused" painting recently and stopped asking me for advice. The year before last, an old lady sent a four-inch photo of her husband who had just died to my apartment in Shanghai and begged me to paint her. I have been unfamiliar with this road for a long time. I don't have any painting tools, and I have no time or interest. But I couldn't explain it to her, so I sent the photos to the photo studio, let them enlarge to 24 inches, and then sent them. Nobody took care of it after that.

If I had studied charcoal sketch and had the guidance of art works, my painting would not have embarked on this rugged road. Alas, ridiculous memories and shameful memories are written here for those who study painting to learn from.

Feeling:

Memories of learning painting

Just like showing a movie, it reproduces Kay's interest in learning to draw when he was a child.

Things,

He described in detail the cute, sincere and funny subtle psychology of those children.

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