Everyone has a dream, a lofty ideal. Including me. My struggle is only to realize my ideal and fulfill my dream.
I have always wanted to be a designer since I was a child. A comfortable and carefree senior white-collar worker.
As a white-collar worker, I have a good time every day. Let parents live in a good environment, which is also a reward for parents. They raised me, educated me and guided me. They are my street lamps, illuminating me and letting me face the other side of success. Since childhood, my parents have been working harder and harder to make money since my sister and I were born, creating a good environment for me and making me a happy child. If I succeed, the future will be bright, and I think they also think that so many years of teaching are over.
I want to be a designer, not just to repay my parents. It is to make the motherland more prosperous and add colorful wings to the motherland.
Maybe, after more than ten years, I sit in my office every day. Pen in hand, next to sheet piling, I am scratching my head, thinking about my plan and creating inspiration. Over time, a piece of draft paper was scattered all over the floor, and there was no inspiration in my mind. I think that under those sheets of paper, that excellent work was bought by my painstaking efforts. Many years later, people began to wear clothes and jewels designed by me. Let the society enter a new era, serve the society and create a more comfortable environment for our children and grandchildren. However, those flowers and plants of the motherland have become useful talents of the motherland and pillars of the country.