蜜蜡

        调整好情绪，开始我们的旅程。
        路边看到有卖蜂蜜的，蜜蜂在到处飞舞，但是这个季节并没有花，那么，它们在忙什么呢？它们也要活么，不能说因为没有花，就找个地方把自己埋起来，埋在有棱有角的窝里，啥事不干，蜜蜂是很勤劳的，据说，没有花的时候，蜜蜂也会产蜜，是因为养蜂人，每天让它们吃糖，经过蜜蜂的大肠，小肠，蜜蜂又把它们分泌出来，还是糖，甜的。养蜂人说，这就是蜂蜜。很多人也会去买。
        蜜蜂采蜜是一件特别有意义的事情，辛勤的蜜蜂，在鲜花盛开的时候。细心寻蜜，选择最美的花，选最可口的花，选它自己最喜欢的花，它满心欢喜的把花粉，花蜜，带回它的家。囤积起来，那是它们的财产，资产。它们有美丽的洋房，一家老小其乐融融。每天早晨，把自己的小脸，小牙刷干净，互相之间说一声你好~ 呜~~~就出去了。特高兴！欢蹦乱跳的，在山里，在花里，在风里，在阳光里，它们是幸福的。它们回来的时候，一头一脸一手一脚都是蜜，花蜜~，也打着招呼说声你好，都回家了。可爱的家。大家。
        蜜是甜的，每个地方的蜜蜂因为采不同的花，就会出不同的蜜，都是甜的。感情不一样，最无情的蜜，是吃糖酿出来的蜜，也是甜的，但是没有生命的感觉，不活，不鲜。花是自然中的精灵，她不是为了刻意装扮这个世界而来的，美是她的天性，所以很自然。有些花，早晨开，晚上就谢了，生命很短暂，但是她在阳光下很精彩，很灿烂。有些花，一年四季都开，很坚强。特别是冬天里开的花，更坚强，小脸被冻的一瓣一瓣的，很可爱。这个时候蜜蜂没有。
        想说旅行的事来，被路边的养蜂人打了个岔，旅行是什么呀？是从一个地方，到另一个地方吗？她有方向吗？去哪个地方旅行叫方向呢？其实旅行是甜蜜的，我喜欢旅行，每次决定旅行了，三四天前就特高兴，认识我的人，都能从我的脸上看出来，心里想，这个人又要出去玩了。真行！

        一个人蜗居在一个地方做艺术，其实是很痛苦的，不仅是做艺术，其实蜗居在一个地方生活，也是很痛苦的。人需要行走，艺术更需要行走，死的艺术，不是艺术，而且也没有死的艺术，艺术永远都是活的。即便这个艺术家不在了，她的艺术也将永远活下去。。。
        艺术作品，是艺术家未来旅程的新生命，它会走的更快，也会走的更远，会和更多熟悉的人或不熟悉的人见面，它们可亲了。见面的时候也会很甜蜜，这可能是艺术家唯一的一个特权。作为艺术家很苦，很累，也很自由，但是他们还会坚持的往下做。所有的艺术成果，构成了人们生活的精神体验，离不开它。这也是我做艺术的动力。
        为什么我这篇文章的题目叫蜜蜡？让我想起了我的一次一次的旅行，都像蜜月，当然不是度蜜月，就是蜜月。有甜蜜的意思，像蜜蜂吃了花粉，很醉，然后跌跌撞撞的回家了。当然我的旅行都是有任务的，就是要画好画。画画又变成了一次新的旅行，画完的画，不管是挂在墙上，还是印在书里，都有心的影子。我会不断收到共鸣者的回应，所以说，我常在心里谢谢他们。

Adjust my mood, begin our journey.
Roadside there was persons selling honey, bees flying everywhere, but the season no flower, so, what are they busying? They also need live, cannot say because no flowers, they find a place to bury himself, buried in the nest of sharp creases, doing nothing, bees are very hard-working, it is said, no flower, they also can produce honey, because beekeepers, let them eat sugar, through the colon, intestine, bee's secretion still is sugar, sweet. Beekeepers said this is exactly the honey. Many will also buy.
Bee doing flower is a particularly meaningful, diligent bees in flowers in bloom, careful found and choose the most beautiful flowers, choose the most delicious of flowers, choose its own favorite flowers, it bring full of joy the pollen, honey back to its home. Hoard is their property, assets. They have a beautiful house, the whole family feels happy. Every morning, his face, small toothbrush clean, mutual say hello ~ blare ~ and went out. Especially happy! They fly, in the mountains, in flowers, in the wind, in sunshine, they are happy. They came back, all body is honey, nectar ~, extremely say hello. They all go home, the lovely home, everybody.
Honey is sweet, every place of bees doing different flowers, will be different honey, but all are sweet. Affection is different, the most ruthless of honey, is eating sweets making the honey, as well as sweet, but without the feeling of life, not live, not fresh. Flowers are the elves in nature, the flower is not to dress up the world painstakingly. Beauty is her nature, so very natural. Some flowers, morning blow, night withering away, life is too short, but she in the sunlight is very brilliant and wonderful. Some flowers, throughout the year all open, are very strong. Especially in the winter open flowers, are stronger, little face be frozen a petal and a petal, very lovely. This time there are not bees.
Want to say about the travel, the roadside beekeepers buffed in, what is traveling? Is it from one place to another place? Dose it have direction? Which place traveling to called direction? Actually travel is sweet, I love travelling, every time decided on a trip, especially happy, before 3 or 4-day I will be very happy, people knowing me, will look out from my face, they will think, this person again want to go out to play. Really good!
A man staying a place do art, it is actually very painful, not only do art, actually always staying in a local, also be very painful. People need to walk, art more need walk, dead art is not art, and there is no dead art and art will always be alive. Even if the artist is gone, her art also will live forever...
Works of art, is the new life of artist future journey, it will go faster, also can go further, will meet more familiar people or unfamiliar people, they amiable. Meeting will be also very honey, this may be the only privilege of artist. As an artist is suffering, tired, also very free, but they also will insist to do. All artistic achievements constitute the spirit experience of people's life, can't depart from it. This is also my power of art.
Why my essay titled beeswax? Reminds me of my trips, like honeymoon, of course, is not a honeymoon, is moon like honey. Sweet meaning, like bees eat pollen, very drunk, then stumbled went home. Of course my travels have task, in order to draw good painting. Drawing again became a new journey, the words that I had painted whether hanged on the wall, or printed in the book, are all the mind shadow. I will continue to receive the response of resonates, so, I always thanks to them in my heart.