On delicate picture scroll, of everybody praise below, I never forget, to its original intention.
精致的画卷上，众人的称赞下，我从来没有忘记，对于它的初衷。
I love to draw, but do not know from why to speak of. Becoming me still is a child child when, brushwork and I have a kind of inherent appeal, as if a red line interweaves I and her together. I in those days still am abecedarian, just grabbed paintbrush has infinite inspiration, the pen is on paper brandish, east brushstroke on the west brushstroke, braid the picture that gives a beauty, the teacher looked to be profuse in praise, parents looked to applaud repeatedly. I am very happy, very happy, the heart that cuts me here is planted I should become the seminal —— that issued a dream the greatest writer on the world.
我喜爱绘画，但不知从何说起。当我还是个孩童时，绘画与我有一种天生的吸引力，仿佛有一条红线将我与她交织在一起。那时的我还是初学者，刚抓起画笔就有无限的灵感，笔在纸上挥舞，东一笔西一画，编织出一幅美丽的画，老师看了赞不绝口，父母看了连声叫好。我很开心，很喜悦，在此刻我的内心种下了梦的种子——我要当世界上最伟大的作家。
Years passes, fade from his memory in brain to dreamy memory, the original intention in the heart ceaselessly jolty, to brushwork, I had felt to meet a threshold, that threshold is very high, very tall, taller than me, taller than the tree, taller than the building, taller than the day even. Inner laziness makes me abandon, but the paintbrush in the hand however tardy not be willing to part with or use is put down.
时光流逝，对于梦想的记忆在脑海中淡忘，心里的初衷不断地摇动，对于绘画，我已经觉得遇上了门槛，那门槛很高，很高，比我还高，比树还高，比楼还高，甚至比天还高。内心的惰性促使我放弃，但手中的画笔却迟迟不舍得放下。
, break up to insert drawing originally, feel very elegant, a when nose pointed picture goes out one included the painter's vivid feeling, I one page of one page leafing through, the heart thinks: If I also can draw a such full marks / picture, this are much then better. I am trying to imitate their picture, one, two, 3 …… every time I draw, in the heart by give birth to a kind of sense of pride. The dew with this one natural picture, of moist my heart budding, make it be brought up.
一次，翻开一本插图画，觉得很精美，鼻尖画出的一丝一缕包含了画家生动的感情，我一页一页的翻看着，心想：如果我也能画出这样的一幅满分/画，那该多好。我尝试着模仿他们的画，一幅，两幅，三幅……每当我画出一幅，心里就由生出一种自豪感。这一幅画像天然的露珠，滋润着我内心的萌芽，促使它长大。
But this is not long however. My ability just was sent professional painter by discovery that study, at the beginning a variety of pictures that I also am displaying me to him are made, he also acclaim as the peak of perfection, but good times don't last long, whether is becoming him to ask me him when creating, my simple minded explains be copy, his be furious, say: “ this is painterly far from, you are being stolen namely, the originality of theft others! You had lost the tone that serves as a painter! ” two tear from two buccal flow, the heart alls sorts of feelings well up in his heart, the painting that oneself like most destroys the hand in oneself actually in.
但是这却不长久。我的才能刚被发现就被送去专业画师那学习，一开始我也向他炫耀着我的种种画作，他也叹为观止，但好景不长，当他问我是否是自己创作的时候，我老实交代是临摹的，他大发雷霆，说：“这根本不是绘画，你就是在偷，偷窃别人的创意！你已经失去了作为一名画家的品质了！”两滴泪水从两颊流下，内心百感交集，自己最喜欢的画竟然毁在自己的手里。
I try to want to abandon, want to escape. But still do not put in the heart. Answer the effort before remembering, be those who waste? Not! I cannot accept such result, be resolved before should become the first artist of “ world ” ? How can topple here!
我试图想要放弃，想要逃避。但心里还是放不下。回想起之前的努力，难道都是白费的吗？不！我不能接受这样的结果，之前不是下定决心要当“世界第一画家”吗？怎么能在这里倒下！
Do not forget first heart!
不忘初心！
Stand up, pick up case original cordial. Because I never forget.
站起来，拾起最初的衷心。因为我从来没有忘记。(文/谢元昊)