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| 妈妈的铅笔画 Mamma's pencil drawings |
妈妈是一个充满艺术细胞及多才多艺的女人，她什么事情都敢做只要是她高兴。
她喜欢做而不应该做的事情就是借她的手为我画画。每一次学校派下来的图工都是她跟我搞掂，晚上伏在桌上还画得津津有味，每一幅画都是贴堂之作，好威风啊！
上得山多终遇虎，这一天的图画课，老师要我们在课堂上作画，题目是‘甘榜’，我拿着铅笔轻轻的描，老师站在我旁边看着这每一次都贴堂的小小画家作画，我的心如打鼓般怦怦大跳，描来描去都不成一幅画，老师以为是他站在旁边我太紧张而画不出，他走开了，我‘吁’了一口大气。
回来告诉妈妈，她竟拿起那张不成画的图画纸继续为我画下去。。。。她画啊，画啊，直到我小学毕业。。。。
此种不是为儿女做牛做马而是做画家的妈妈真是世上难寻啊！我好幸福啊！
Mamma was an
artistic and multi-talented
woman, she could do anything
as long as she is happy.
The thing she liked to do and shouldn’t do was helping me to
draw. Every time the art work I brought back from school
she would finish for me, at night she would sit at the table painting a picture wholeheartedly, each painting was posted
on the classroom wall, I was so proud!
there is a Chinese Proverb saying ‘as you go up the mountain too often finally will meet the tiger face to face’, today’s Art period, teacher asked us to paint in the classroom, the title was 'Malay Village', I took a pencil and gently sketched, teacher was standing next to my table looking at the little artist whose drawing was posted on the wall each time, my heart was beating like a drum, nothing came out on the drawing paper, teacher thought he was standing next to me and making me excited that I couldn’t draw well, he walked away, I breathed out ‘Phew…’.
Told Mamma when I got back from school, she picked up the unfinished drawing paper and continues the unfinished work for me. . . . she drew, and drew and drew… Until the day I graduated from Primary school. . . .
This was the type of Mamma who didn’t work with blood and sweat but she was an artist for her children, it was really hard to find an artist Mamma in this world like her! We were so lucky!
there is a Chinese Proverb saying ‘as you go up the mountain too often finally will meet the tiger face to face’, today’s Art period, teacher asked us to paint in the classroom, the title was 'Malay Village', I took a pencil and gently sketched, teacher was standing next to my table looking at the little artist whose drawing was posted on the wall each time, my heart was beating like a drum, nothing came out on the drawing paper, teacher thought he was standing next to me and making me excited that I couldn’t draw well, he walked away, I breathed out ‘Phew…’.
Told Mamma when I got back from school, she picked up the unfinished drawing paper and continues the unfinished work for me. . . . she drew, and drew and drew… Until the day I graduated from Primary school. . . .
This was the type of Mamma who didn’t work with blood and sweat but she was an artist for her children, it was really hard to find an artist Mamma in this world like her! We were so lucky!
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