後來的我們

突然在網路上看到妳的消息。國小時我們一起參加寫生比賽，不可思議的，我還記得妳那時畫的小小的人。我們因為對美術的興趣和天分被選去參加美術校隊。當大家都在午睡的時候，我們在一個地下室的空間裡畫水彩，捏紙黏土，做紙工，金工。我還記得那個永遠有點濕濕冷冷的地下室，一群孩子開心的在裡面發揮創意，帶著畫板我們在校園裡席地而坐，捕捉芝山岩底下小學校的春夏秋冬。不知從何開始，我不再拾起畫筆，沒了美麗的畫作，我的作品變成一片片跑的完美的膠，一張張色彩鮮明的螢光照片，越多越好的期刊發表，我在努力的成為一位科學家。我才知道，妳一直沒有放棄我們最愛的畫畫，妳跟我念了同一所大學，當我在實驗室趕實驗時，妳在畫室創作著。今年妳得了台灣區油畫組第一名，妳的創作早就不是那些水彩畫的小小人兒，但是妳的油畫作品中每一扇窗，每一片葉子，每一縷光透露出的氣定神閒，還是讓我想起那每個陽光普照的午後，整個學校都睡著了，只剩我們在涼爽的地下室裡開心的，用小小的手畫出每個人的夢想。

Writing paper

I am getting order and lazier to write blog these days. However, I was encouraged by one blogger today who is maybe my favorite blogger but stopped updating her blog for six months because of the busy work. Seeing her back to blogging, sharing what she loves in life, I was wondering what stops me writing. Open my old pixnet blog which I have been using for years, I found so many memories in it. If I didn't write them done, I wouldn't remember what happened in my life at that time in so much detail. Back to what upset me today. My mentor didn't expect me to publish my work in a journal with high impact factor. I suddenly felt that all my hard work was not valuable because there is nothing surprising in my data. OK. It is just the beginning of writing my first first author paper, and I am already felt discouraging. What is next?