My ideal

Ideally like a crayon, smearing our lives; ideals like a bright light that illuminates the road ahead of us; ideals like a key, open the rainbow after rain on our long road of life! Only by working hard, realizing the ideal, getting the key, can I see the rainbow of life - and I am trying, through repeated tests, I want to be an interior designer!

Whenever I see the beautiful model house, I am ready to move! Maybe I love my family very much, I hope that every space is very warm. When I saw the embarrassment of the interior designer, I don’t know why, she has a kind of breath that attracts me. When I saw that she brought color to each house, my heart trembled a little, then I made up my mind – I want to be an interior designer who brings warmth to every space!

I carefully buried a sunflower seed in a small pot at the door of the studio. When I planted it, I buried a piece of paper next to it - "Sunflowers open day, I have to take a small step for the ideal; after thanking it, I have to take a big step for the ideal; When my sunflower in my heart fills my heart, I can realize my dream!"

When I got home, I flipped through the collection of the model drawings and the previous design drafts. I quietly thought about it, and my heart was filled with every warm space in my new home. The new home is going to be renovated, and I have to participate! I looked at the model map into the gods, and I didn't realize that the entire structure and size of the house were designed, and the interior was poor. However, what bed, sofa, I will not paint, what should I do?

When I was facing the cockroach, she smiled. She taught me patiently, and I also studied hard. I don't know how long it took, I saw a piece of white paper painted with seven twists and eight ornaments, while the other paper was very fine. I can't help but be discouraged. The gap between me and you is too big. I looked at this poetic studio, my heart was faint, like a derailed train, lost my way. I seem to see through my mind, she took some water, pulled me to the sunflower I planted, and gently watered it. "Quickly open!" She had a little expectation in her plain tone. Sunflower is going to open, then what about me? I sat and looked at the sample map. At this time, the uncle pushed the door. He picked up the failed design. "Well? Who painted this? The toilet downstairs is on the left, the toilet upstairs is on the right, this water pipe is not very good!" He smiled at me, he was engaged in renovation works. I blushed and immediately revised it up... I studied carefully and carefully, and every picture was shining in my pen.

Now, I am ready to start decorating my new house. In a stack of drawings, I sandwiched my design – it will become a reality and become any corner of the new home.

At this time, the sunflower at the door was silently blooming. The sunflower in my heart also sprouted a bud - I have taken a small step for my ideal. At this time, I have a smile on my face that is not easy to detect...