Mom has not seriously drawn a picture for decades. She says to me that she is old, but I do not think so. One day I saw some of her sketches left on the desk. They were partly applied with simple slight watercolor. Quite good, though they were not totally finished. Later she said to me, due to the lack of watercolor, she was not able to paint them well. Even the watercolor is the leftover once my nephew used years ago. She found the watercolor accidently which was already hardened from dehydration and had it dissolved by water. Also, there were used up brushes left by my nephew before which became her painting tools to apply. I felt sorry. She could do amazingly by resorting to those wore out color and brushes.
Soon I bought her a brand new suit of watercolor, brushes, pencils and drawing papers. Now it is to help make more convenient and efficient to draw and she has painting skill improved a lot by exercises. Every time I call her and always talk of procedure of her painting. She tirelessly answers all kinds of percentage of each picture details. This brings her childhood back. When she was at school, classmates lined up to ask her if she could draw them a picture. She promised them without hesitation and was so quick to sketch an image of anything in a short time. Most of them were fairies and cartoon characters.
She is versatile and warm. Particularly she was good at Russian, and drawing, literature, history and geography. In her childhood, English was not advocated and forbidden since the historical reason from 1950s to 1970s. While Russian was allowed to teach and study. Now since she has not been in the study of language and all of her hobbies for such a long time, she reckons the decline of memory on Russian. But she could still recognize Russian letters though she is not able to remember all those words learnt at school. What is more, she can still pronounce some simple words according to rules of phonetic symbol. She murmurs words when she watches international channel of Russian from CCTV. I wowed: "Cool and Bravo!"
When I was young, she often told me stories and brought me vivid narration of every single plot she described. I was fascinated into her life-like description of heroes and characters in stories. As if I were totally intoxicated into that wonderland and acted as a hero who was fighting for justice by beating down malicious foes. I even made a bamboo sword and a wooden axe to play in the yard. Those were parts of my childhood life and I am under the influence of her teaching and inspiration.
Now dad says to me, thanks to the painting which costs much of her spare time and she never feels boring and is full of interests to enjoy. I tell him a person should have dreams whatever they are big or small. We should never give up and trust that never too late to learn. She was good at drawing before and can manipulate more proficient on her solid base. Turn back the old time, discover, sort and pick up those could have been better. Let them flourish again. And now it is time to do something to rebuild a world of renaissance.
I am here to study and practice English every day. Even when I am not so available to write here, I will memorize some words and read a short message of news online. By writing here on regular basis, I also improve my spoken English to a higher level. Unbelievable, isn't it? The truth is I write and I think. As if I was talking to myself, another scene of self, face to face in rehearsal. That is just as simple as it is.
Do something.