There are many grasshoppers during autumn. Have you ever seen them sold in markets? I bet your answer must be "no", but I was a seller of grasshoppers' wings to make my dreams come true.
I grew up in the countryside in China. We had many fields. My parents grew wheat, corn, soybeans and peanuts. During the harvest season, I used to catch grasshoppers. My father would clean and fry them; they tasted good! But my mother would just throw them to the hens. One day when I was helping my father to clean the grasshoppers, I found something very beautiful. It was the grasshoppers' wings! They had colorful wings. Each pair was different from the other. I fell in love with them. From that moment on, I carefully set all the wings I collected in a book. At that time, my dream was to be a painter, but my parents didn't want me to become a painter. I had to work in my own way.
One day, I took out some wings and put them on a stone table beside our gate. After setting a "for sale" sign, I sat at the table waiting for buyers. It was not long after, the children around that area were coming and selecting the wings they liked. I sold them -- one pair of wings for one piece of paper. After 30 minutes, they were all sold out.
Sticking the papers together, I proudly began to draw pictures. From then on, I have had a belief that your dream will come true only if you start to dream.
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