Have a dream to have real beauty

Our dreams are painted into mountains, rivers, forests, fields, and the beauty of the whole world...

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My friend was at the window and sketched something on the paper with a pencil. A butterfly flying like a pen, jumping on white paper. Beside her, a pot of rhododendrons bloomed in a cluster, and she thought a little, and the pen in her hand evoked a curve.

I looked around and glanced at the finished product she had painted for nearly an hour. It was a bit disappointing: there were only a few rough lines on the paper and a slanted fragmentary pattern, like a childish abstract painting pieced together by children. Just as I was about to use this funny, she suddenly stopped the pen in her hand, and turned back, the clear black scorpion fixedly looked at me: "It's hard to see, isn't it..." she whispered. I am stunned. "This is a set of evening dresses I designed." Her hand slightly covered the white paper and fiddled with the corners.

"My dream is to be a designer on clothing."

I stood there slyly. The afternoon sun shines through the screens, like broken pieces of glass, scattered in a small room, whether it is white paper or water pink azalea, it is rendered a touch of gold. In the silence, the daylight in early summer is as warm as it used to be.

"You paint very well, really..." For a long while, I said this. The sun gradually covered the whole room, she still outlined in that stroke, long black hair like a waterfall, a few golden fluff in the sun. The black eyes are quiet and firm, and invisibly flow into the "sand, sand" strokes. The azaleas around me shivered slightly, swaying on the paper.

“I wanted to be a great fashion designer since I was a child. I have worked hard, but I can’t always paint well...”

"If one day, people put on my dress and dance at the ball, then I will laugh when I dream..."

"Parents won't let me learn because they want me to go abroad as a scholar..."

"But I don't want to give up, because that's my first dream!"

......

I think that the evening dress in her dream must be as beautiful as a flower.

Everyone has a dream in their hearts, and the dream is beautiful. So we gathered together. We are all children of dreams, to follow the footsteps of dreams. We are looking at the fairyland of the sea at the other side of the dream. We are not seabirds, there are no white wings, but walking along the sand-like waves step by step in the boundless blue, in fact, the surging waves will become in the dream. so beautiful.

The journey of dreams will be separated and there will be new partners. One day, the fragrance of the milk tea will drift from the end of the street to the end of the road, and there will be no trace left. So I will laugh and say goodbye, because everyone has their own path, and I walk the same way as everyone else, with a different kind of scenery.

The dream of flowers dreams in the moment when the petals bloom, the dream of the birds in the moment of flying wings, our dreams are also floral or flying feathers. Have a dream to have real beauty!

The second day: 萱草忘忧