Dreams are the wings of butterflies

She is a post-90s girl, and her father's early death, let her not have the condition to be the arrogant and extravagant little princess. To lighten her mother's burden, after graduating from junior high school, she packed her bags and went to the city to work.

Under the age of 18, she had no skills or qualifications and was working as a waitress at a roadside food stall. Not far from the stall, is an art school, every morning, students are carrying a painting board, stepping in the warm sunshine, a face of joy to the palace of art.

She often had a plate in her hand, but her eyes followed the figures of the students for a long time.

School teachers occasionally patronize the food stall. Once, several teachers were eating breakfast at the stall and chatting about the school's need for a cleaner. At THIS TIME, HAS BEEN BESIDE SILENTLY WASHING THE dishes OF HER suddenly standing up, WALK TO THE teachers in front, rubbing hands, red face, TIMID timid ground to ask: "I GO?"

In this way, she became an art school cleaner, 800 yuan a month, after living expenses, a little left, she was happy to sleep for several nights.

From then on, the teachers of the school often see some very interesting scenes: this small cleaning union while holding a broom to sweep the floor, while listening to the noise in the classroom, palm big place, a sweep is a lesson. When the class was over, she had a good time with the broom and was soon sweeping the rest of the place clean. The little cleaner would also pick up the waste paper that her classmates threw on the ground, but instead of throwing it into the garbage can, she used rubber to wipe them up a little bit and hid in the bedroom after work to secretly graffiti on it.

These things spread to the headmaster's ears, the headmaster decided to change the cleaner, the school health must be guaranteed ah. When she heard this, she threw down her broom and ran to the principal's office. Blushing, she said firmly, "I don't need any salary. Just let me stay here.

The principal eventually kept her and paid her 800 yuan a month. She became an "outside student" of the school, working hard with a broom during the day, spilling sweat on the corners of the campus; After school, when the students left, she sat alone in the classroom, pouring all her dreams into the brush.

The expenses of painting are beyond the reach of a working girl who earns 800 yuan a month. To buy pens, ink, and paper, she would pick up other people's thrown drink bottles, as a treasure, and take them to the scrap yard, in exchange for a lot of painting supplies.

Her 24 hours a day are divided into four segments: 8 hours for work and scavenging, 5 hours for sleeping, and 11 hours for painting. Her thin figure becomes the busiest scene on campus.

Although she has no painting skills, her paintings still gradually attracted the attention of the school teachers. Her capable painting style and bold use of brush are no worse than any other major student. The teachers no longer thought the young cleaner was "fiddling", and they began to provide her with some guidance for free, which allowed her paintings, such as grass in the spring breeze, to grow fast and robustly.

She is no longer satisfied with the amateur painting, she wants to take part in the art college entrance examination, to a broader stage, to enjoy the hands of pen and ink.

Cultural classes became her hard wound, a junior high school graduate from the girl, how is it possible to get high marks in the college entrance examination? Even her mother advised her to give up, but she picked up the high school textbooks, like a sponge immersed in water, desperately trying to absorb nutrition.

Everyone thought that the dream of this young cleaner was too much like a daydream, but amid ridicule and confusion, she handed over a jaw-dropping answer paper. With a high score of 556, she successfully passed the professional course examination of the Academy of Fine Arts of Tsinghua University, ranked 203 among a group of students who have been trained. She works at a school where only five or six students get into Tsinghua every year, and she, a small cleaner, is one of them.

This girl has a very common name -- Deng Xuan, but she uses her efforts, step by step close to the dream, so that life is no longer ordinary.

The dream is the wings of a butterfly, no matter how weak the butterfly, as long as keeping flapping its wings, will fly over the sea; No matter how humble life is, as long as there is dream support, will have a clear sky.