Looking at the painting tools left over from the family banquet, I always felt sorry for her if I didn't draw a few strokes, so I opened the painting tools excitedly, only to find that I had overestimated myself.

Putting up the drawing board, laying out the drawing paper, picking up the brush, setting the paint, picking up the palette, I was worried about what to paint. First of all, I wanted to draw a small portrait of the family banquet, but I knew that it was not feasible to start writing. The hands and eyes are rusty, and it is estimated that the drawings are either cartoons or comics. I was at a loss for a while.

After thinking about it, I remembered a sentence, open the history of the world, all the existing peoples have come from blood. So I think of Tibet, and I think of the characteristic Nanga Bhava peak in the Himalayas.

I decided to draw Nanga Bhava because there was an incident at the bottom of the peak that made me think about it.

As soon as I spread the paint, I was confused, and I couldn't figure out what to do with a whole bunch of colors. I squeezed some of the colors I wanted into the palette, but in the blink of an eye, I couldn't find the same color tube on the palette. Fortunately, the theory of the three primary colors has not been forgotten, so it was decided to use red, white and black to represent this painting.

I wanted to use black to show the dark side of human nature, repression, deception and greed. Use white to express the goodness and purity of human nature. Two shades of red are used to express blood and passion. The shape, thick lines and edges of mountains are used to express the character of a group or nation. When I think about this, I can't help but feel a little proud of myself.

I realized that it wasn't like that until I got my hands dirty. First of all, there is a lack of sensitivity to the level of the same color, and secondly, the brushstrokes need to be delicate in the picture. Couldn't have handled it better. It took almost a whole day to finally complete it. After a long breath, the paintbrush fell to the ground and was reluctant to pick it up. I collapsed on the bed, and I felt much more tired than I had been on Mount Everest.

Later, when I looked at the painting again, it was a bit miserable, and the result was beyond my imagination, and the painting was out of my imagination. Now I finally know what it means to be a good eye. I can't believe it myself, the colors and lines on the picture are from my hand, it's just a ghostly ghost, a standard ghost painting. The mountain is not the mountain I want, the passion is not the passion I want, and even the black color is far from what I want.

I can't accept it if I want to.

When you're tired, resign yourself to your fate. I finally knew that I was a few pounds and a few taels, and I couldn't do anything more to slap my swollen face and become fat, but it was my own face, which was very painful.

I didn't repaint, I understand that Lian Po is not what it used to be, and no matter how much I toss, it will be like that, and I don't have to be difficult for myself.

I didn't destroy the painting, I left it in the picture folder at the family dinner, I should let her know that I didn't break my promise, but I was hypocritical. Some things are not something that can be done if you want to, and although sometimes it is easier said than done. I don't think the family dinner will laugh at me, of course not the painting. If you really can't help it, then you should laugh, I can't see it anyway. If you hold it for too long, be careful of hurting your body.

It's like I coaxed her to be happy one more time.