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[Kiki]

The importance of courage.

Though the many traits in humanity, I believe courage is the most important trait to have. Courage distinguishes us from the community and impels us to change our lives.

First, courage can help one be different and eclipse from a community. Being the same is easy but being different takes courage. Courage is what helps you ignore the criticism, the rumor, and the skeptics. Courage is a high wall, protecting you from the rain of arrows. It is an umbrella, protecting you from the pouring water; allowing you to seek your dream.

You might argue that only having courage is not enough. However, we are not discussing whether one can live with courage alone, but we are discussing why courage is the most important. This doesn’t mean that this person ought not to have any other traits.

lastly, courage is the main trait that impels one to do something. Whether you do something nicely or badly, you don’t know before you try. Courage is the door to the fantasy, your fantasy; waiting to be unveiled. Without courage you can never throw open that door; Without courage, you will always be stucked in a cage. Because you don’t even dare to try the door. In the book ‘educated’, the author and main character secedes from the shackles of religion but chose freedom over it. She drew up in the oppression of religion, the bad threats, and the criticism, but she still dared to tore away from it. Isn’t this an evince of courage?

Courage is what impels us to change our lives, and what help distinguish us from our community. We should value courage, build courage, and use courage to push our lives to the climax.

Thank you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How to be an artist

 

I loved art museums outside China. There was one outside my sister’s los angelos apartment, and that’s where I spent my day. I sketch the sculptures and the paintings, the decorations and even the picture frames. I loved sitting on the soft, warm sofa, holding the small pencil and doodling on my page.

In France, the art was promoted into a whole new level. The beautiful warm sun (very comfortable for me but likely a pot of fire for others) of France, embraced me through the transparent glass, shining rainbows. The art figures some waterlily, a replica of my favorite artist—Claude Monet. I can almost feel Monet’s Garden, the white bridge, green foliage, and pure white lily. Shining with pink, red, blue, green…… capturing the colors of nature in one huge drawing. Despite its beauty no one decided (or dared) to sit on the couch I’m sitting, instead, they huddled around the cafeteria. I found the bridge amusing, so I decided to draw it on my notebook. Though I like painting for fun, I never kept those notebooks for long. Most are only sed once or twice. Because the second time I looked at any piece of my ‘artwork ‘I turned out to be extremely unsatisfied. Those pages were either torn out, or I decided to change a new notebook.

An old man sat beside me; I was quite amused. I carefully rouse my eyes to peek at what he’s doing, unlike most adults he wasn’t holding a phone, he was drawing. And I can’t help saying its good. The lilies he drew seemed so real as if it is just carried from the Monet’s Garden to his paper. the next page was an angel, so beautiful and delicate as if it decided to nestle here from heaven. I can’t help but stare.

Seeing me staring at his drawing he looked at me, smiling. I pretended to focus on my artwork and moved to the far side of the couch, not showing my ‘artwork’ to him.

“You are young but rather talented, “he spoke. I stared.

“Look at what I did when I was younger, “he told me, flipping to the first pages of his overfilled notebook. Perfectly drawn squares, portraits, sculptures, and even a very amusing painting frame. Emm…… is this supposed to be……bad??? But I didn’t say it out loud.

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of what you’ve drawn, “he told me. I don’t feel ashamed but still……I don’t want to show it to him.

The rest of the afternoon he was teaching me how to draw, and when my friends finally went out of the cafeteria, I said goodbye to that old man.

“He could’ve been Claude Monet,” one of my friends suggested.

I can’t help agreeing, his long beard his hair……

I understood that an artist should never be ashamed of their work, any work is art. But more of it, I regret not getting his signature.

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