My ideal - moving forward to the ideal

When the darkness enveloped the entire room, the world calmed down, and countless paper balls slept quietly in a trash can. "Oh--" Another crumpled paper group fell steadily into the trash. "Sand--" the curtains were pulled open, and the sun instantly drowned the darkness. A few jars and a few apples were particularly dazzling in the sun, but it was a painting.

"Students, the paintings on the handles are first put down, and the last homework is taken out. The homework of the middle school to the second year is made into three rows for comparison!" The teacher's hoarse voice made my heart tight. I looked around in a panic, and many people were confidently handing over their homework. Helpless, had to hand over the assignment to the teacher. The students stood in line in front of the three rows of paintings, and I stood in the first row because of height. I looked at my painting and lowered my head. I also remembered the scene of my own desperate painting in the morning. This painting line is too messy, not good! Knocked into a ball, thrown! The painting is not clear and is thrown away. Draw again. Such a reversal, it was born in front of a picture, should be okay? Not too bad. I can look at the works of high school again, and my heart suddenly cools down.

“Which one do you think is the best?” The teacher’s question made everyone’s eyes fall on high school. My heart hurts. Is it still a failure to change a lot of works?

"Look at this!" The teacher's words once again focused everyone's eyes on an inconspicuous painting in the corner. I looked up and saw my painting smiling at me.

"The relationship between the light and the darkness of this painting has been opened, the line is the virtual virtual, the real reality. The transition is also very good, the details are also relatively complete. Whose painting?"

I immediately raised my hand "my. Teacher."

"Well, it’s better than the high school."

The cold heart heats up, and I remember the piece of paper. In the dark, they are full of trash cans. I feel that I have taken another step towards my dream. Behind every successful painting, there are always countless rubbishes to pave the way. The more garbage you have, the more successful your painting will be. There is no perfect picture in the world, only high-scoring pictures. In other words, there is no best, only better. Every assignment is an improvement, let me go further from my painting dreams. I am not afraid of how much suffering I have now. I just have to go further and go further.

Go ahead with the ideal! I exchanged my own efforts for the sun of tomorrow.

Third day: Cai Qifang