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1963年,中国美术馆正式对外开放时,我11岁。金黄色、层层叠叠的宫殿式屋顶,告诉我那是一座艺术的殿堂。父亲不知多少次带我走进这里看大师们的作品,使我的童年与绘画结下了不解之缘。作为一名小小的儿童画家,我的作品在那时就进入了这座殿堂。这份特殊的荣耀甚至影响了我的一生。哪怕在“文革”时期,在拖拉机厂当钳工,都不曾放弃对艺术的追寻。20世纪70年代,我曾作为工人业余创作者走入中国美
In 1963, when the National Art Museum of China officially opened to the outside world, I was 11 years old. Golden, layered palace-style roof, told me that it is an art hall. My father did not know how many times to take me to see the works of masters, so that my childhood and painting forged a bond. As a little child painter, my work entered that hall at that time. This special glory even affected my life. Even in the “Cultural Revolution” period, when the tractor factory fitters, have never given up the pursuit of art. In the 1970s, I went into China as an amateur worker