Carve a pencil

From an early age, Yan Xia told himself to be an excellent painter.

In her studio and home, you can see that she has all kinds of brushes, but only one ordinary pencil is regarded as a treasure by her. She carries it with her, and wherever she goes, the pencil must be there.

This Chinese pencil is very ordinary. There are tiny cracks on the bare pen, and the twisted words "I want to be a painter" are clearly visible. It can be seen that great efforts have been made to carve it up.

It is because of this pencil that Xia Yan came into contact with painting and achieved today's achievements.

When she was young, her father bought her a pencil. In fact, he hoped that she could learn to read and write. But when the pencil reached her hand, it was like magic, and she immediately began to write on a blank piece of paper.

She drew a horizontal "8" with a pencil to represent the fish's body and tail, then drew an arc on the head of the fish to serve as gills, then drew the fish's eyes and fins, and finally used wavy lines as scales.

Father looked at Yan Xia's masterpiece strangely and praised: "Yan Xia must be an excellent painter in the future!"

"Really? Can I really become a painter? " Yan Xia asked his father doubtfully.

"Of course!" Father touched Yan Xia's head. "All the beautiful women in the future will be born under Xia Yin!"

Encouraged by this, Yan Xia was very happy. She found a knife and wrote "I want to be a painter" on a pencil. She said that she would be full of fighting spirit when she saw it, so from this day on, the dream of becoming a painter planted seeds in Yan Xia's heart, and pencils were collected by her, so they were no longer used for painting.

Knowing that Yan Xia likes painting, his father bought a lot of brushes for Yan Xia, so that she could immerse herself in her own world quietly without external interference. When she copied many pictures from the picture book, her neighbors were very surprised: "Yan Xia must be good at art in the future."

Yan Xia signed up for a painting class because he didn't study painting systematically. In the studio, students are free to create their own works except for the art teacher's lectures every day.

There are many experts in the studio, and some students even win prizes in regional exhibitions.

Xia Yan has become an ordinary part of the studio. She thinks she is a good painter, but now it seems that all she knows is skin and ears.

The studio is divided into front door and back door, and Yan Xia's position is at the back door.

Students always stop when they pass her position, which leads to a burst of cynicism.

For Xia Yin, who only teaches herself painting, her painting skills are far from others. Every day when the studio is dissolved, she will be laughed at. Yan Xia can only hold the lettering pencil tightly in his hand.

"You still don't want to paint. You have no talent. You don't know some basic common sense. If you are not ashamed, I will feel sorry for you."

Yan Xia always remembers her classmates' jokes, so she always enriches herself and learns more. Every night, she sits at the head of the bed, holding the lettering pencil tightly, looking through the picture books, and being guided by some teaching assistants.

She said it doesn't matter if she has no talent, as long as she works hard enough. During this time, she never shed a tear.

In this way, Yan Xia cultivated himself, and actively took on the painting work of the blackboard newspaper in his spare time to avoid wasting blackboard resources. In her opinion, every time she draws, the technique will be deeper.

The paintings at home are piled higher and higher, and the discarded brushes are piled up and filled with boxes.

Every day before going to bed, Yan Xia takes out his lettering pencil and stares at it for a long time, as if it were magic. As long as he sees it, Yan Xia's confidence will fill his whole body. Gradually, this lettering pencil became the driving force for her to pursue her dream.

In this way, the position of painting moved from the back door to the front door, and the teacher changed from "hard work" to praise and attention. Yan Xia's progress is so rapid that everyone can see it, so no one dares to laugh at her.

Later, the school held a solo exhibition for Yan Xia. Her wonderful paintings are on display around the flower beds. The whole school was bombed, and Yan Xia became the man of the hour in the school.

Students who laugh at Yan Xia don't believe their ears. In their view, this is impossible, but Yan Xia is not proud of it.

Because Yan Xia always felt that the sky was changing and people were changing, when he left here, the master was still like a cloud. She clutched a pencil with a dream on it. Maybe she is fine in this place now, but looking around the world, she is still as small as dust, just like when she came to the studio, and she feels good about herself, but what I didn't expect was that her paintings were really poor by comparison.

However, this exhibition finally showed Yan Xia a little hope, but God played a big joke when she was happiest.

One day, Yan Xia was painting at home as usual, when he suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed in his room. Fortunately, I found that I was sent to the hospital in time, but I couldn't resist the attack of the disease. She had a sudden cerebral thrombosis and her right hand could no longer move freely.

Yan Xia is very young, but he has such a disease, which is undoubtedly a blow to this poor family. Moreover, the disease comes suddenly, and the treatment fee alone needs a huge sum of money. In the hospital bed, Yan Xia saw her father's tired eyes and learned that she couldn't draw with a brush. Her tears finally could not resist her strength and slipped quietly. ...

How can she draw and become a painter without her right hand?

Yan Xia instantly fell from heaven to hell, and a sense of fear spread from the bottom of my heart.

Although the lettering pencil is in the palm of the right hand, the pencil is still the original pencil, but the right hand is no longer the original right hand.

Yan Xia trembled and held the lettering pencil in his left hand. How could her dream stop here?

Yan Xia began to try to eat and write with his left hand.

She is in the corner of the studio, drawing on the drawing board with a pen in her left hand. Now she is no longer the man of the hour in the school, but has completely become an ordinary person.

The honor has just faded, and the ridicule will come soon.

Xia Yan once again became the highlight of the school, but this time, instead of praising the beauty of her paintings, everyone sympathized with her persistence. Yan Xia ignored it and didn't use his right hand and left hand.

She just painted quietly, day and night, as if she had gone back to the past.

Finally, in any case, this lettering pencil accompanied her, accompanied her brilliant, accompanied her down and out, so she felt that as long as she could hold this lettering pencil, her dream would not leave her.

But one day, when Xia Yan woke up, she found that the lettering pencil on the pillow was missing.

She didn't take care of washing, so she searched the whole dormitory. At that moment, she was desperate. Without the lettering pencil, where did her faith and sustenance go? Just when she was about to get hysterical, her roommate returned her pencil. It turned out that her roommate's pencil was broken this morning, and she was in a hurry to use it, so she took it away without Yan Xia's permission.

Yan Xia cried when she suddenly picked up the engraving pencil. The lettering pencil is no longer just an ordinary pencil. Yan Xia pinned her belief in becoming a painter on a lettering pencil, which became her belief goal in pursuing her dream.

"The right hand is not working, and the left hand is still sticking to the dream."

"Golden left hand" has become synonymous with Xia Yan. As long as you mention this word, you will think of her, a young painter who paints with his left hand, and a person who continues to paint his dreams with his left hand. Soon, engraving on pencils became a trend, which swept schools all over the country, and students carved their dreams on pencils.

On graduation day, Yan Xia had been holding a carving pencil in his hand. She made a decision and gave up the opportunity to stay in school as an art teacher. She wants to continue her studies and show the most beautiful things to more people.

In her view, although the road to chasing dreams is dark and unknown, as long as you persist, there will always be light.

In the journey of chasing dreams, we will inevitably encounter all kinds of cynicism and worries. If we turn these cynicism into motivation, it will be the greatest success.