My brother was born in 1915, he was nine years older than me. He was best at drawing and painting. When we were little, after it rained there would be a layer of sand over the muddy patches in the street, and my brother would draw dragons in it with his big toe. He would draw all the way from the market to the doctor's house.
我哥哥一九一五年生，大我九歲，他最會畫畫，小時候街上泥土地，下過雨，表面會鋪一層沙，哥哥就用腳趾公畫龍，從市場一直畫到醫生館。