考上大学的心愿

在我的心底，总埋藏着一个美丽的心愿，它或许会随着年龄的增长而有所改变，但更会随思想的成熟而日趋强烈……

孩提时，我曾有个心愿想当个画家，我掏出了积蓄多年的压岁钱，兴冲冲地买回了画笔、画纸，又报上了“少年国画班”。我在桌上摊开画纸，挥洒大笔，一座座山峰，一棵棵青松，顿时呈现在画笔之下。时不时，后退几步看看效果，俨然一副“老画家”的派头。

正当我兴致浓郁之际，爸爸把我叫去:“我去过你们学校了，听老师讲，最近一次测验你从第十名跌到第十五名，大退步了!这样你还画什么画，马上停止!”

于是画笔、画纸被束之于“高阁”，“国画班”被改报为“课外英语班”，我的心愿破灭了……

学画不成，我又萌发了集邮的愿望。我主动担任了取信工作，为的是取下我钟爱的邮票，又东奔西走到亲戚家搜集邮票。眼看那本自制的集邮本越加充实了，古今中外，大千世界，尽在方寸之中，真是其乐无穷。

正当我对集邮如痴如醉的时候，爸爸又把我叫去:“你怎么又搞这种乱七八糟的东西，集什么邮，能考上大学吗?不许集邮!”

集邮本被付之一炬，又一个心愿破灭了……

接下来便是一段埋头书卷的日子。一个偶然的机会，我看到一本介绍李四光的电影，又梦想做一名地质学家。我千辛万苦从太湖旁拾来的鹅卵石，从天平山下采集的火山岩，又全被爸爸扔进了垃圾桶，留给我的只是厚厚一叠参考书。我的心愿再次破灭了……

爸爸啊，爸爸，你的所作所为只是为了实现你那让我考上大学的心愿，可你知道我的心愿吗?

英语翻译：

In my heart, there is always a beautiful wish buried in my heart. It may change with age, but it will become stronger with the maturity of thought...

When I was a child, I had a wish to be a painter. I took out the New Year's Eve money I had accumulated for many years, bought back paint brushes and drawing paper happily, and enrolled in the "Juvenile Chinese Painting Class". I spread out the drawing paper on the table and squirted a big brush. The peaks and pine trees suddenly appeared under the brush. From time to time, I take a few steps back to see the effect, just like an "old painter".

Just when I was in high spirits, my father called me: "I have been to your school. I listened to the teacher. In the last test, you fell from tenth to fifteenth. You have taken a big step back! What else can you draw like this? , Stop now!"

As a result, paint brushes and drawing paper were put in "Gaoge", and "Chinese Painting Class" was changed to "Extracurricular English Class". My wish was shattered...

I failed to learn to paint, and I had the desire to collect stamps again. I took the initiative to take the job of collecting letters, in order to take down my favorite stamps, and then went to my relatives to collect stamps. Seeing that the self-made philatelic book has become more enriched, the world, ancient and modern, at home and abroad, is in a square inch, and it is truly a joy.

Just as I was fascinated by stamp collecting, my father called me again: "Why are you messing up with this kind of mess, what kind of stamps, can I get into college? No stamp collecting!"

The philatelic book was burned, and another wish was shattered...

What followed was a period of time immersed in books. By chance, I saw a movie about Li Siguang and dreamed of becoming a geologist. The pebbles I collected from the side of Taihu Lake and the volcanic rocks I collected from the bottom of Tianping Mountain were all thrown into the trash can by my father, leaving me only a thick stack of reference books. My wish was shattered again...

Dad, Dad, what you did was just to fulfill your wish to get me admitted to college, but do you know my wish?