China's dream, my dream

The dream is an endless power, it supports our fearless charge; the dream is the hope of burning, it supports us to spend the ice and snow; the dream is a powerful wing, it helps us to soar the sky.

Dreams have cheered people up, and dreams have revitalized China. It is the dream of the new China that allowed revolutionary martyrs to fight bloody battles, defeat foreign invaders, and defeat the world’s view of China. It is the dream of equality for all, supporting the revolutionary ancestors' long march, climbing snowy mountains and grassland, and using blood to exchange people's happy lives. It is the dream of revitalizing China, pushing the people’s leaders to work day and night, taking the international, watching the disaster areas, and making China soar with hard work.

Everyone has a dream, but thousands of dreams have only one goal, let China flourish. I also have a dream, that is, to be a painter, to draw China's great rivers and mountains, to make a picture book, let China travel the world in the painting. But every dream is grown with sweat, and the more efforts you make, the bigger your dreams will grow.

From an early age, I worked hard under the support of my mother and worked hard under the guidance of the teacher. During the summer vacation, I couldn't help myself. With the help of my mother, I entered the painting class and studied sketching. I always think that sketches are fun, but when I really learn, I start to feel bored. Practicing the horizontal line vertical line slash becomes part of the boring learning. Every day, one line after another is drawn in a stiff posture, the more the practice line is more tortuous. No matter how the teacher reprimanded, my hand was disobedient, and I began to hate drawing. So I thought about giving up, trying to tell my mother that I didn't go to school, and my mother was not angry and laughed: "Yes, but you think about it, if the people on the battlefield see such dangerous scenes, they are shrinking, our China Will there be today?" "Of course there will be no!" I can't help but blurt out and promised my mother that she will work hard to learn in the future and will not think of giving up.

From then on, I no longer think that the lines are very boring, and the pens that are held on the hands seem to have spirituality. A line of painting slowly merges into a piece of graphics on paper and merges into a dream figure. The irritability in my heart has long since disappeared, because I am struggling to get close to my dreams.

what! China's dream, my dream.

Second day: Zou Qiaoqiao