When I was a child, like many children, many things were magical to me, for which I was full of curiosity, like a ray of sunshine, a colorful ball, are kitten love things.
Bouncing home with my dad's hand, I passed a drawing room. Inside the colorful drawings attracted me, ran in, picked up a painting to see: "Wow. It's beautiful!" In looking at the little brother and sister focused on painting look, my heart and wonder and envy.
Suddenly, my brain came up with an idea. I pulled my father's corner and shouted: "Dad, I want to learn to paint! Dad, I want to learn to paint!"
"Wow!" Dad immediately enrolled me. The next day, I stepped into the studio with great joy, and began the childhood dream.
Secondly,
Elementary school time, we are in and happy and troublesome to spend. So ignorant, so playful, so capricious.
"Painting! Painting! How to go painting again! A good double holiday, other children can go to play, why I can not!"
In fact, I was afraid of the exam. I started to complain and even got bored with painting. It was as if painting had become a big mountain on my back, like a rope restraining me. With this kind of psychological drive, I was very annoyed with my original decision, and I was going to give up.
In the end, I reluctantly put my drawing board on my back and entered the door of the middle school.
Thirdly,
The days of the past, many days, we buried in the pile of books and the sea of homework. When everyone shouted "tired" and lie in the weekend sleep, I sat alone with a drawing board on the road to the studio. In the summer heat and cold wind, I held the paintbrush and traced every detail, dipped into the colors and sketched the outline of things. Walking between black and white or red, yellow and blue, in the white paper depicting the dream of the heart, a walked to the present.
Ten years, through the examination more and more, large and small awards are more and more. Looking back at the twists and turns of the road, I am very pleased. But I am more grateful for my decision and persistence, if the dream can fly, then persistence is its wings.