Ideal, grow up with me

Ideal, grow up with me.

Like the hustle and bustle of spring, the ideal is so warmly opened...

--Inscription

Young, ignorant of pure time. The tender ideals sprouted at that time.

Pointing at the stars in the sky, I asked my mother, "What is that?"

"star."

"Do I have a long meeting to become them?"

Touching my little head, my mother smiled. "You will understand later."

At that time, how much I dreamed of, must become them, shine, charming.

The ideal of a child is gorgeous.

Time is migrating, and the buds of the dreams are also ruined.

When I went to school, I saw a kind and kind teacher and I had another wish. I think, if you are a teacher in the future, will you be very happy? A noble profession, you can swim with the children in the ocean of knowledge... So, cheerful, harder to learn.

The ideal at that time was wonderful.

I never thought that when I saw the beautiful painting, the heart was as pleasant as the encounter, and it was like a companion. Capricorn with a light ink painting paper, I suddenly want to be a painter - perhaps since then, firmly hold the pen.

There are graffiti everywhere, white papers are memorized, and the arms are inlaid with sweat and tears.

The shaded green forest has been given to spring life; the golden sand beach is painted to give the summer warmth; the red maple leaf is dyed, and the autumn whispers are given... The paintings are decorated with wings, that is the dream...

The ideal at this time is joy.

Those who grew up with me are those pure ideals. They are full of poetic and artistic expressions, filled with warmth and sincerity, exudes a touch of fragrance and solitude... The most holy source of the soul is the beautiful ideals. They grow up with me, and one day, looking back, it has weathered the storm, nourishing the rain, bathing in the sun - growing into a strong tree, carrying happiness and tears, the ideal light will always flash in the heart...

Ideal, grow up with me.

Second day: Zheng Zheng