An elderly man once paid a visit to Dante Gabriel Rossetti, a famous 19th century poet and artist. The old man had some sketches (素描) and drawings that he wanted Rossetti to look at and tell him if they were any good.
Rossetti looked them over carefully. Soon, he knew that they were worthless, showing not the least sign of artistic talent. But Rossetti was kind, and he told the elderly man as gently as possible that the pictures were without much value.
The visitor was disappointed. He then said sorry for taking up Rossetti's time, but asked if he would just look at a few more drawings - these were drawn by a young art student. Rossetti looked over the second batch (一批) of sketches and immediately became interested in them. "These," he said, "Oh, these are good. This young student has great talent. He should be given praise and encouraged to continue in his career as an artist. He will have a great future if he works hard and keeps on trying."
Rossetti could see that the old fellow was deeply moved. "Who is this fine young artist?" Rossetti asked. "Your son?" "No," said the old man sadly. "It was me-40 years ago.
"Once upon a time, I was a boy who was so interested in drawing. I spent my free time going to the nature and drawing beautiful butterflies, mountains and forests and whatever I like. I got a feeling of satisfaction when sitting quietly near the river, watching and drawing. But people around me told me never to waste my time on drawing. They laughed at me for dreaming of being an artist as a son of a farmer. They kept advise me to work hard on the farm instead of day-dreaming and running away to avoid farming work."
"If only I had heard your praise then! For you see, I got discouraged and gave up too soon."