When I grow up, I want to be an artist. I want to use my colorful pencil to draw this wonderful world to everyone.

　　Some years ago, I did not know how to use the pencil to draw the picture for my mother and my father. One day, I found I could draw animals, people, mountains, seasons with the colorful pencils with teacher’s help. As a result, I want to be a artist. Even though this dream is very small, but I still make my effort. I can study drawing hardly from now on. An then I think my dream will come true.