I became more and more silent, and from then on. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info was ridiculed for the dream I had spoken, and the laughter was like a needle piercing the heart, and the needle had barbs on it, and it could not be pulled out if it was tightly hooked to the atrium.

After countless nights of uncertainty, I finally mustered up the courage to speak my mind to my mother.

"I want to paint." I dared to say this with a determination that I had never had in my life, I was like a child stripped naked and left on the street for everyone to see, and I showed my naked self in front of people.

In fact, I was ready to be ridiculed for a long time, but the moment my mother's laughter and contemptuous look appeared, my heart felt like I was being whipped with chili pepper water. I blushed, and I couldn't forget the look on my mother's face, the one that only came when she had bitten half a lime, the one that came when she swallowed a jar of chili, the one that only appeared on the face of someone who first heard someone suggest that the earth was round.

"You don't trust me, do you?" I didn't even feel angry, just an endless disappointment at not being affirmed.

"Can you make money drawing? Can it be eaten as a meal? ”

"I can't earn it for the time being, but if I draw well, I will have a considerable income. And it's something I want to do, I love it, I want to try. ”

My mother didn't seem to hear my explanation, and as usual in life, my words seemed to her to be nothing more than a child's childish words, a paragraph not worth thinking about.

"Can't you trust me once?" I spoke almost pleadingly.

"If you can make money by painting, I can trust you." The mother's attitude was tough.

"If I can generate income from painting now, do I need you to believe me? Doesn't that just make you accept a fact that has happened? “

"Don't talk about it, you have to find something to do, whatever it is."

I didn't say anything more, this was my mother's final verdict on my personal abilities, and I had seen in her eyes what she thought of me.

Disappointment is a fatal emotion, a bullet shot when a person is full of dreams and beautiful hopes for the unknown, hope is the dream that there is a chance to change the bad status quo, it is the spirit of a person to survive and survive, and man is an animal that can survive with hope. Disappointment is like a bullet that pierces hope, and it is a gun that kills hope.

Now the disappointment has struck, and I am at a loss.

The confidence you want to get from others is not enough to keep you going, and the misery of survival will haunt you later, people's criticism will oppress you, and self-righteous guys will sarcastically mock you. In fact, what you need is to ask yourself in your heart whether you can pay your heart and blood for the path you choose. I told myself.;