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小时候我画了许多画,人们看了说:“你可能会成为画家。”我也觉得我会成为画家。于是我更加喜欢画画了,我一幅一幅地画,年复一年。后来有一天我发现我画的画其实很丑,根本无法和那些人比。我很沮丧,觉得自己一无所有了,我抱着那把木吉他坐在屋顶上弹了起来。我每天傍晚都在弹着。小镇的鸟儿在头顶飞过,夕阳从西边沉下,东边升起了月亮,后来星星也出来了,我弹着弹着,就躺了下来看天上的星星。后来有一天我突然想,我以后大概会去很远很远的地方。
When I was young, I drew many paintings and people said: “You may become an artist.” I also think I will become an artist. So I like to draw more, I paint one by one, year after year. One day later, I found that the paintings I painted were really ugly and could not compare with those people. I am frustrated, I feel nothing, and I am holding the acoustic guitar sitting on the roof up. I am playing every evening. The little birds of the town flew overhead, the sunset sunk from the west, the moon rose to the east, the stars came out, and I bounced and lay down to see the stars in the sky. Then one day I suddenly thought that I would probably go somewhere far and far.