Holding two small cattail fans, put his hands between his legs, squatted slightly, bent his legs, with a bright smile on his face, and shouted, "My bicycle, one foot" Sometimes it rises into the air, and sometimes it falls down, like a bird flying through the clouds in the air, with the short hair on its head beating, giving it an active look

This painting originated from Feng Zikai's letter to the children. A letter "To My Children"

Describes Zhanzhan's bicycle made of two banana fans. Here is an introduction to Feng Zikai:

Feng Zikai is a modern figure in China. He is a painter, essayist, art educator, music educator, cartoonist, writer and translator. His unique cartoon works have a great influence and are deeply loved by people. He is a literary master with great achievements in many aspects. After liberation, he served as executive director of the Chinese Artists Association, chairman of the Shanghai Branch of the Artists Association, president of the Shanghai Chinese Painting Academy, and vice president of the Shanghai Foreign Culture Association. He is praised by international friends as "the artist who is most like an artist in modern China". Feng Zikai's unique comic works have a great influence and are deeply loved by people. His works are profound and thought-provoking.

The full text of "To My Children" 00My Children! I look forward to your life more than once a day! I want to say it humbly so that you

know it for yourselves. Unfortunately, by the time you understand the meaning of my words, you will no longer be someone I can admire. What a sad thing!

00Zhanzhan! You are especially admirable. You are a real person with all your body and mind exposed. You want to deal with everything (anything) with all your energy. Small frustrations are like when peanuts fall to the ground, you chew your tongue, or a kitten refuses to eat cake, you will cry until your lips turn white and you will faint for a minute or two. Grandma Putuo went to burn incense and bought the clay figurine for you. You worked hard to hold him and feed him. One day you broke it by mistake. Your crying was more sad than the adults' bankruptcy, lovelorn, bereaved heir, and the whole army. The sorrow of destruction must be real. Bicycles made of two banana fans, trains and cars made of mahjong cards, how seriously do you take them, straighten your voice and shout "woof——," "gugugu..." instead of gasoline. When Sister Bao tells you a story, when she says, "Sister Moon hung up a basket, Sister Bao sat in the basket and hung it up, looking down," how passionately did you argue with her? He said, "Zhanzhan wants to go up, Sister Bao is watching below!" He even cried and went to Mangu to ask for judgment. Every time I shaved my head, you sincerely suspected that I had become a monk, and you refused to hug me for many times. Especially this summer, you sat on my lap and noticed the long hair on my armpits. You were so sad when you were like a weasel. You immediately climbed off of me. At first you looked at me with eyes wide open, and then you were disappointed. The earth wails, looks, and weeps, just as it does for relatives and friends who have been sentenced to death. You asked me to carry you to the station, and you asked for as many bananas as possible. You came back with your hands full. When you returned to the door, you were already asleep on my shoulders, and the bananas in your hands were nowhere to be found. What an admirable sincerity, spontaneity and enthusiasm! The so-called "silent", "implicit" and "profound" virtues in the adult world are all unnatural, sick and fake compared to you!

00Every day you make trains, cars, wine, invite Bodhisattvas, pile six-sided paintings, and sing, all automatically, creating a creative life. The adults' cries of "Return to nature!" "Art of life!" "Art of labor!" are really making a fool of themselves in front of you! People who draw a few strokes and write a few articles according to the same pattern are called artists and creators, and they are even more ashamed of you!

00Your creative power is much stronger than that of adults: Zhanzhan! Your body is less than half the size of a chair, but you often have to move it and tip it over to the ground with it; you also have to turn a cup of tea sideways and hide it in a drawer, you have to stop the ball on the wall, and you have to pull the tail of the train. , want the moon to come out, and want the sky to stop raining. In such small incidents, it clearly means that your weak physical strength and intelligence are not able to cope with the strong desire for creation and expression, and therefore you suffer failure.

However, you are the creators who are not controlled by nature or bound by human society. Therefore, when you encounter failures, such as when the tail of the train cannot be pulled or the moon cannot breathe out, you will never admit that it is impossible. I always thought it was because your parents refused to help you do it, and they didn't allow you to use the same method as the self-ringing bell, so I cried angrily. How vast your world is!

00You must be thinking: My father, who is hunched over the desk all day long in boredom, working on pens, and my mother, who is sitting under the window all day long, working on leads, are such strange, lifeless animals! Your mother and I, whom you regard as strange animals, sometimes made things difficult for you and tortured you. Looking back, I feel really uneasy!

00 Abao! One night, when you took your new soft shoes and the shoes you took off your own feet, put them on the feet of the stool, stood your socks on the ground, and proudly shouted, "Bao has two feet, the stool has four legs." Your mother shouted, "Dirty socks!" She immediately took you to the rattan couch and began to destroy your creations. When you squatted on the couch and watched your mother destroy it, you must have felt in your heart, "How disgraceful and barbaric a person like your mother is!"

00Zhanzhan! One day Kaiming Bookstore sent a few copies of Mao Bian's "Introduction to Music" which was newly published. I used a knife to cut the pages one by one. You tilted your head and stood at the table and read silently. Later, when I came back from school, you had already taken a Chinese version of "Chu Ci" printed on historical paper from my bookshelf, cut it into more than ten pages, and said to me proudly: "Dad! Zhanzhan It will also be cut! "Zhanzhan! What a joy of success this is to you, what a proud work! But my horrified "Humph!" made you cry. At that time, you must have complained that "Dad is so ignorant"!

00 soft! You often try to get at my hair, but when I see it, I always ruthlessly snatch it away from you. Now you must despise me, thinking: "You finally want me to draw the cover of your album!"

00The most uneasy thing is that sometimes I have to draw Lu Lusha, who you are most afraid of. The doctor came and asked him to touch your stomach with his big hands, and even cut your arms a few times with a knife. He also asked your mother and Mangu to grab your hands and feet, pinch your noses, and cut your arms. Bitter water pours into your mouth. You must think this is an inhumane and barbaric act!

00Children! If you really complain about me, I will be happy; when your complaints turn into gratitude, my sorrow will come!