My wish
Everyone has his or her own wish. As for my wish, it is to be a painter and depict the four seasons of the year.
I want to walk into spring. Let the grass stretch out your hands, let the flowers bloom with smiles, and let the willow trees put on the clothes of hope. I will also draw a few birds to wake up the earth and the animals that are still hibernating.
I want to walk into summer. Listen, the cicadas on the tree are screaming; look, a few naughty children are enjoying the cool under the tree, covered in sweat; smell, it is the faint fragrance emitted by the lotus in the pond. I also want to draw a gust of cool wind, so that the wind can silently take away people's sweat.
I want to walk into autumn. The golden leaves are falling on the ground like snowflakes, and the little swallows have packed their luggage and are ready to go south. Children gather together to fly kites, and the sky is dotted with various kites.
I want to go into winter. The earth has long been covered with snow, and the children, wearing cotton robes, are building snowmen and having snowball fights in the open space. At this time, I should draw a sun for them so that they can feel a little bit of warmth in the cold wind.
Every season is so colorful throughout the year. I must study hard and realize my wish as soon as possible.