500 word essay on dreams

Write my dream essay 500 words.

My colorful dreams.

Touching the exquisite paintings in the exhibition hall, my heart once again rose and fell like the sea, and the brilliant colors filled my heart like a beam of sunshine. Painting is my dream, a crystal dream, and every morning after dawn, I start chasing, running and ......

I don't know when I fell in love with drawing. I only remember when I was a child, I used colorful pens on the wall every day to sketch the patterns I saw, and after painting, while tilting my head to admire, I listened to my mother's nagging complaints in Zen Jingdong, but my heart was full of a sense of accomplishment.

Until one day, on a whim, I glued a booklet so-so, then picked up a paintbrush, muttered a little story in my heart, and drew it without hesitation, stopping from time to time to think about it, as if I was really the editor-in-chief of the magazine. Stiff movements, childish curves, looking at my own work, I couldn't help but "giggle" and laugh. How can you understand a story without words?

I hurriedly found my father and asked him to write down what I said word by word, and he immediately agreed. So I was next to me and gave instructions like a leader, and my dad was like a printer writing what I said. Finally, my work was successfully completed, and I excitedly showed it to my mother.

My mother exclaimed first, and a smile immediately appeared on her face, and without saying a word, she sent me to the art class.

Different brushes depicted different dreams in my hands, and I grew up with the encouragement of my teachers and the care of my parents. The original immature lines slowly become smooth and distant, making people full of boundless fantasy; The rough and very monotonous colors also become full and vivid in learning. Every time I get a piece of paper, I think of beautiful pictures in my mind, and after polishing, the works come to life.

If it's a gift, then I can tell you that behind each piece, I spend twice as much time as anyone else. I don't have the spirit of Leonardo da Vinci to paint eggs, but I do everything I do. Whenever I see other students rushing to work in order to hand over the paintings, I will not think so, but still carefully depict every detail, seriously enjoy every stroke, every stroke, and enjoy the joy of colorful and withered colors, because all these are my works, my friend.

Maybe that's what a painter has to go through. But no matter whether I succeed or fail, painting will always be my dream, and this little bit of happiness will become my beautiful memory. Tomorrow, when the rainbow hangs on the horizon, I will still be the girl chasing my dreams in the sun.