You paint your dreams with pursuit.

Dear Mr. Mandela,

The bell rings the signal of going home, but the hands you wave in the wind are gone; how many changes the world has changed, but your black skin is gone; years turn possession into loss, but you lose your belief in freedom in the wind. When your colorful shirt turns into a rainbow flag of South Africa and flies into the blue sky, your glory years have been deeply engraved on my heart under the land you love.

Do I look like a gorilla to you? You look like to me. Like the orangutans in Xu Daran's Chicago Zoo. During your 27 years in prison, didn't you silently embrace the darkness and the darkness silently embraced the iron bars? It must be a burden to be alive at that time! But you're determined to get out of jail! Your prison garden should be as beautiful as a sea of flowers. What a great spring dream sprouting from more than 900 plants! The accompanying mother left in the cold and hunger, and the news that her son died in a car accident passed through the iron wall and hit you in the heart. The quarry is always gray and white, but there are thousands of miles of blood in the land you love outside the prison. The city of the white is the hell of the black. The one you love cannot be held on your shoulder, but the one you hate is lashing your black relatives. You are indeed like a gorilla, eager to touch the blue sky and white clouds outside the iron window; you are indeed like a gorilla with a smiling face loved by millions of people.

Like Jordan's first T-shirt, your dream grows in poverty until you finally dream of peace and beauty in Africa. Make blacks and whites brothers! The world sees you, your hands waving in the street and the surging blood in your body. In recent years, you are still the confident and optimistic little old man, the familiar face leaping in the football field, call you is the pride of the country! In the end, apartheid came to an end under your struggle. Oh, my old friend, will you compare with Martin? Luther? Kim, let freedom ring from South Africa. Do you expect that today, when you leave, there will be a little me, following in your footsteps, to pursue my dream.

I want to paint the island with optimistic colors, which is what I want to share with people all over the world. In your 84-year-old exhibition, bright and brisk colors tell an alternative story of iron bars. At this time, you have been labeled as the founding father of South Africa by the world, but honor and title must not be the end of your journey. The 80-year-old man does not return to the field, but he wants to become president and build a prosperous and strong new South Africa! At the peak of his political career, he resigned as president on the grounds that he was stronger than an old man like me. I don't know what you, the energetic old man who leads the people forward, is thinking! Only today, I am sad, for your persistent pursuit, for your humble elder wind.

I want to tell you that as long as we can accept the challenges in life, even the strangest dreams can come true! And I want to tell you, as the old lion said to Sinbad the lion cub in the Lion King: when you feel lonely, remember that our ancestors have been guiding you. And you are the star above my head.

To

Jing'an, a child chasing a dream.