纸飞机还在01 Painting

This is creation for my 32nd birthday to express that I do not have the old dream still When I was a child, take a piece of paper, you write a dream, I write a dream, and then carefully folded into a paper plane, forced to throw us to look forward to the distance. After growing up, read a book, you in a city, I in a city, and then happened to think of that dream, smile and try to run to the direction of the dream. I don't know when, I began to look up to those who expect to be posted on the dream. He would fold the paper in his hand into one paper airplane after another over and over again, and then throw them very, very high, imagining that the dream they carried was their power, which would eventually carry them to fly very, very high, very far away. However, how can a dream with motivation and no effort reach the peak that no one can climb? Wake up every morning, there are two choices: one is to wake up, sleep again, continue to unfinished dream; The other is to wake up, get up, and realize your dream. Unfortunately, too many of us have chosen one. Since we have chosen the former, since we are afraid of the latter, how can the rose without wind and rain bloom its beautiful smile and send out its intoxicating fragrance? Most of the time, not we will not turn, but the dream missed the direction of the chase. Youth, an open book can not cor tomorrow, we will be far away from parents, teachers, friends, away from the peers, but please learn to be strong. A person's road, their own walk, only practical! If the heart is toward the sun, why fear sorrow? Although we have already passed the age of paper plane, but paper plane has never left us far away, even if we once again and again will it high up, sent to the distance, but it carries the dream of our hearts forever. Its wings hold too much hope, so we must fly high!lose, a brave pursuit of the journey ahead. Although today,