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Dream goal of decorative paper
Dirt our lives; Ideal is like a bright lamp, illuminating our way forward; Ideal is like a key, which opens the rainbow after rain again and again on our long road of life! Only by working hard, realizing my dream and getting the key can I see the rainbow of life-and I have passed the test again and again, and I want to be an interior designer! Every time I see that beautiful model house, I want to move. Maybe I love my family very much. I hope every space is warm.

When I see my aunt is an interior designer, I don't know why, she has an air that always attracts me. My heart trembled slightly when I saw her bring color to every room. At that time, I made up my mind-I want to be an interior designer who brings warmth to every space! I carefully buried a sunflower seed in a small flowerpot in front of my aunt's studio. When sowing, I buried a piece of paper next to it-"On the day when the sunflower opens, I will take a small step for my ideal;" After thanking, I will take a big step for my ideal; When the sunflower in my heart fills my heart, I can realize my dream! "

When I got home, I dug up the model drawings and the design drafts of menstruation's previous works that I had treasured for many years. I meditated quietly, and my heart was full of every warm space in my new home. The new home is going to be renovated, and I want to participate! I was fascinated by the model drawings, but before I knew it, I had designed the whole structure and size of the house, except the interior decoration. However, I can't draw any beds or sofas. What should I do? Menstruation smiled when I faced her. She taught me patiently and I studied hard. I don't know how long it took, but I saw a piece of white paper covered with crooked ornaments, while another piece of paper was carefully painted. I can't help feeling discouraged. The gap between my aunt and me is too big. I looked at this poetic studio, dizzy, like a derailed train, and lost my way. My aunt seems to have read my mind. She drank some water, pulled me to the sunflower she planted and watered it gently. "It's about to open!" There was a trace of expectation in her flat tone. Sunflowers are going to bloom. What about me? I was sitting there looking at the sample drawings when my uncle opened the door and came in. He picked up the failed design. "eh? Who painted this? The toilet downstairs is on the left and the toilet upstairs is on the right. This water pipe is not easy to connect! " He smiled at me. He is engaged in decoration engineering. I'm blushing, and I'll correct it at once. ...

I study hard and paint carefully, and every painting shines in my pen. Now, I'm ready to start decorating my new house. In a pile of design drawings, with my design drawings-it will become a reality and become any corner of the new home.