我从4岁就被送去学素描，自幼就与它在一条线上。
I was sent to learn sketching at the age of 4 and have been on the same line with it since childhood.
我很亨受一笔一笔轻抚过纸上的感觉，带着一丝迷茫，又多一分安慰。划过较糙的纸时，磨擦而起的声音，像一首轻音乐，安抚着我疲倦的心灵，每一丝轻磨过的线靠在一起，衔接的是那么自然，没有一丝瑕疵。深的深，浅的浅，与其说是手画的，毋宁说是心灵流出的。
I am very grateful for the feeling of gently stroking the paper one by one, with a hint of confusion and a little more comfort. When passing through rough paper, the sound of friction is like a light music, soothing my tired soul. Every lightly worn thread is connected so naturally, without any flaws. Deep and shallow are not so much hand drawn, but rather flow from the soul.
当搁下笔来细细品味，便会发现，现实与虚构的距离。
When you put down your pen and savor it carefully, you will discover the distance between reality and fiction.
瞧，这是我画的一幅素描：父亲躺在床上，双手枯瘦如柴，指关节无力地垂下，而子女用手擦眼睛，眼珠落下，而眼珠并未落地，永远定格在了这一刻，令人久久回味。现实中吗，这样的情景比比皆是，可你感动过吗？
Look, this is a sketch I drew: a father lying in bed, his hands as thin as firewood, his knuckles hanging down weakly, while his children wipe their eyes with their hands, their eyeballs falling, but they never land, forever frozen in this moment, leaving a lasting impression. In reality, such scenes are everywhere, but have you ever been moved?
素描是生活中的点点滴滴，它反应着我们的生活；当你心中有个场景永生难忘时，不如抬笔将它画下来。
Sketching is the bits and pieces of life that reflect our lives; When you have a scene in your heart that you will never forget, it's better to lift your pen and draw it down.