Five years later, I wrote 500 words about my dream of traveling.

My dream is simple and difficult-travel painter. I wanted to be a painter since I was a child, but I don't want to be a painter who paints in the studio all day. I like traveling, I like watching the scenery, and I want to draw what I see. So when I grow up, I want to be a traveling painter, go to a place, draw a place, and make all my paintings into memoirs, which will be very gratifying when I get old.

Being a travel painter is both simple and difficult. The reason is simple, you can draw as you like. The reason why it is difficult is that you need huge funds. If the funds are settled, everything will not be so difficult. So I have always regarded it as a distant dream, and I won't expect anything. I'm stupid. I can't learn the questions that others have taught me several times, so I have to study hard, but I'm studying hard and my grades can only be above average. My mother is very worried about my study. Knowing that I like painting, she enrolled me in a painting class. In order to dream, I learned to draw. It was difficult at first, but later I became more skilled in painting. Now you can draw a moderately difficult Feng Shui painting and sketch in calligraphy. If you ask me how many years I have studied painting, what am I painting now? I will be embarrassed to tell you: "five years, um ... I have learned portrait." But don't laugh, I have reached the limit. Children smarter than me have to study for at least four and a half years.

I remember when I was three or four years old, I couldn't speak at all. People think I am stupid when they see me. My mother is scared and teaches me my mother tongue every day. I didn't speak until I was five or six years old. Up to now, sometimes I can't say it clearly. My sister told me that I couldn't even speak clearly, so I practiced speaking every day. What does this conversation have to do with traveling painters? Then you have to listen to me carefully.

When I was five or six, I saw the word painting. My mother didn't teach me. I said it myself. My mother is very happy and let me use strokes. Of course, at that time, I could only draw a four-legged bird. So it all started.

Time flies, I have become a big girl in a blink of an eye, but what will never change is my passion for painting.