I did grow up in an orphanage, and I didn't know anything about my background or my birth parent. Environment of orphanage was not good. Although there had basic food, clothing, staying and transportation were provided, teachers were discipline, but in peer group were not necessarily very harmonious. When I was young, I was skinny with fair skin, and I was often bullied. Sometimes even teachers would trouble me, like taking some problems of other inmates and taking anger on me. However, I bite the bullet to spent it all through. I like to scribble quietly with pen and paper, or read books, I just hoping to get out of orphanage as soon as when I grow up.

Just about twenty-two years ago, when I was fourteen years old, studying second grade in junior high, there just happened to be a popular about adoptions from orphanage. At that time, there were many farmers in southern Taiwan. My adoptive parents had no children. When they went to orphanage, they wanted to choose a teenager who could help them with rough work. I was selected. I was really grateful to them to bring me back with them. After going through transfer procedures, I followed them to live in next small town.

Although I had no status at home, my school and vacation time were all helping with farm work and physical work. The living conditions were very simple, but I feel that my adoptive parents were willing to take me in, and I should work hard to help them with things and be grateful. To be honest, at that time, I was often so tired that I would doze off in class, haha, but luckily, I still graduated from junior high school.

After I transferred school, I was often bullied by my classmates. All in all, I feel like my childhood was bad.

When some classmates saw that I liked sketching in small flower garden or botanical garden at school, they would make fun of me and scold me. Occasionally, some people would pick up dead leaves on ground throw them at me. I remember one time after school, I was sketching in shade of tree besides playground in campus, one of my classmates crossed the line and snatched my pencil, I was angry right away, and pushing him to side of trees with all my strength, couldn't help roaring to him loudly. He complained to teachers and passed it on to my adoptive parents. They accused me of not causing trouble. I was beaten hard by them...

Even so, I never gave up sketching and drawing

In environment where I was staying at that time, there were lush green natural scenery everywhere. I really enjoyed the world of drawing in which I immerse myself in sketching plants and scenery. I often add imaginative ideas to transform trees, plants or flowers into exaggerated vine curls, or make them grow facial features and become my siblings. I prefer to draw big trees with amiable faces, imagining that they are my real parents, guarding me around. Sketching and drawing could make me feel at ease, it was the only way that allows me to temporarily escape pressure of reality, and it also gave me motivation to live.