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.