I'm going to be a free bird! Just when I wanted to draw myself in the time train, I accidentally clicked on an ink dot next to the white clouds. When the free bird becomes an idea again. I put the painting away.

The life you want is broken by reality, it's just that life is still going on, let it be, after all, the mind is not imprisoned. Maybe it's the guidance of the mountain gods, maybe this kind of life belongs to me, and my life is supposed to be like this.

It's a very different life, and I need to start all over again. The re-learning mind unconsciously embarked on the path of being a free bird.

One day, I had the courage to reopen the painting and found that everything in the painting was as beautiful as ever.

I started the chase.

I started thinking about how to draw it.

I painted myself in the train, and around me were my relatives and friends. The time train whirred by, and I began to look forward to which person I would meet at which station. Who will come to me. Isn't it someone on the other side of the mountain? I wish they could tell me the story on that end.

I've figured out how to draw water. The water on the ground after the rain is like a mirror in the sky, which reflects the clouds and all existence in the sky. The most beautiful thing should be the wind blowing and rippling.

Every day, I started to draw a little picture again.

Draw this like that, funny and funny. The flowers, grasses, trees and animals in the paintings are small stories told by others. However, I can't paint the mountains every day, and the mysteriously changing mountains make my paintings seem abstract. More and more small paintings are filled, and the sides of the time train become lively. I also figured out that the clouds I fell in love with led to distance and freedom. Distance and freedom born of love.

"Draw a Picture" Chapter 6 Six: I want to be a free bird I am hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

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