Those sad roads that only art students have experienced.

I don't know why people study art, because they like and love it, or because they are like me. I learned to draw for the first time in senior three. I'm sorry to say that the reason for learning painting is that my study is too poor. If I don't add some special skills, I'm afraid I'll fall off the list. At that time, the school started from scratch, and students without any foundation were all teaching painting, so they signed up immediately after obtaining the consent of their families. At that time, it took a lot of effort to solicit the opinions of family members. In closed rural areas, only children who don't study can learn art, and only when they learn well can they find a way out. Everything else is dirty. Fortunately, my family finally agreed, considering that I have little hope of studying in the college entrance examination, there are many ways and opportunities.

What kind of mood is it to pick up the brush for the first time? My art has an illusion that I enjoy this literary atmosphere. I remember the first time I took a painting class, I learned a cube, which was stupid and simple. I didn't meet the teacher's requirements all day, so I was so nervous that I dreamed that I had drawn a cube all night, and my mind was full of it. The next period of time is culture class in the morning, art class in the afternoon, and going back to draw the homework left by the teacher at night. I fell asleep and even dreamed of painting. In order to let the students go to bed early, our school requires the dormitory to be powered off at 9: 00 p.m., so I prepared a small desk lamp to recharge during the day and continue painting in bed at night. At that time, the dormitory conditions were so bad that there was not even a table.

Next, the students reported to an off-campus art training institution and rented a small house, so the real hard life began. Every day except sleeping and eating, I spend the rest of my time painting, which is simply devil training. At that time, the tuition was not cheap, especially in a small county. Painting was originally for children who didn't learn well, and the family couldn't bear it. This is their last chance. If they don't pass the art college entrance examination, they will have no chance to study again in the future. With the last chance, they decided to stick to it and stick to it. Every day from 8 am to afternoon 12, I keep practicing the contents of the exam, but I am tired and bored. In the afternoon 12, several girls crossed the street and alley together and returned to the small house a few blocks away.

Facing the paint every day, nothing is clean, except flowers, and my hands are always covered with pencil stains that are difficult to wash. It's dark and gives people a sloppy feeling. Winter is the hardest, my hands are covered with frostbite, I still insist on drawing with strokes, and I have to wash the palette and pens with cold water. It was a studio with poor conditions, surrounded by windows and air leakage, and there was only a small coal stove in the middle of the house. In this way, I have been attending classes until the day before the Chinese New Year. On the second day of Chinese New Year's Day, I began to take an art test. It's time to test my half-year study results.

Friends who have not participated in the art test should have seen the scene of the art test army waiting at various test sites with drawing boards on their backs in the cold winter. Under the guidance of the teacher, a group of people in the studio boarded the train with quilts, painting tools and big bags. It took a lot of effort to pass the security check. There were too many things on the drawing board. They got on the bus and ran all the way to Beijing. That was the first time I left home for a big city. I am both excited and excited.

It's already Beijing time at night 10, and I caught the last subway. It was amazing to see the subway for the first time. In the next few days, we huddled in the basement to prepare for the daily exam. At that time, there were only ordinary old-fashioned mobile phones, and the route could not be found, so everyone got a map of Beijing. Now I feel like a fool. I feel that Beijing is so big and there are too many roads to tell the east, west, north and south directions. I stupidly hold a map every day and ask all the way to the registration test center. Because it was inconvenient to take a bath in the basement, I didn't take a bath until the end of the art test, so I took a cotton-padded coat covered with pencil stains and pigments. When I came home from the exam, my mother almost didn't recognize it. "What a wandering beggar!" This is the first sentence my mother saw me. With the end of the art examination, the difficult painting life has come to an end.

? Now that I think about it, I still miss that time, that kind of fullness, busyness, persistence and persistence. Now there are few ideas to stick to the end, and I feel that my life as an art student is very precious.