Dream is a light narrative in the heart, 700-word composition, 5 articles, 1, ideal is a stone, knocking out the fire of a star; Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp; Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night; Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
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Many people have their own ideals, and they are willing to live and fight for them. For many years, the dream buried in my heart was to become a calligrapher. When I was a child, I was fascinated by Chinese characters when many children still had a soft spot for toys and cartoons. The children are intoxicated with the fun brought by toys and animations, but I am immersed in the obsession with Chinese characters. So I like to appreciate other people's good handwriting since I was a child, and I gradually like writing. For me, appreciating a good word is undoubtedly a pleasure. Being able to write a good hand is like dressing yourself up. After writing it, people admire it. It is a kind of happiness.
I especially like to appreciate the calligraphy of Wang Xizhi and Si Mayan, and I also like to imitate their calligraphy to practice. When I first entered school, I saw the teacher's good handwriting on the blackboard. Symmetrical and beautiful Chinese characters jumped out of the teacher's skillful hands one by one, which made people envy to death. From that moment on, I thought, if only I could write Chinese characters better than the teacher! Later, I worked hard and wrote about 20 copybooks, not including those sent by my teacher. The teacher discovered my writing talent and encouraged me to work hard to become a calligrapher. In fact, I dare not compare with calligraphers. I just doodle. But the teacher said: "people should have dreams, and you should work hard in this direction!" " "Since then, I have made great efforts in writing. Teachers at school praise my handwriting, which is a piece of material for calligraphers. But I still know that my handwriting is far from the calligrapher's. It was not until I won the first prize in a hard-pen calligraphy competition that I strengthened my dream of becoming a calligrapher. Although there is still a long way to go to realize this dream, I deeply believe that I will work hard all my life and my ideal may not be far away.
When the flowers bloom, there will be results; When a bird flies, it will eventually return to its nest; When the water flows, it will eventually return to the sea; When the bus starts, it will arrive at the station.
There is a lyric that says well: "The heart is still there, and the dream is still there!" For my long-standing calligrapher's dream, I would like to dedicate my youth to calligraphy until my dream comes true!
Dreams are the light in the heart. Run with the wind, dream of spreading your wings, chase the power of thunder and lightning, put the vast sea into your chest, even a small sail can go sailing.
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I don't remember when my dream began, but I know it has been with me until today. How many times I don't know where to go, how many times I can't touch the edge of my dream. A round of changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter, year after year of ups and downs, like a fleeting time, dyed the aura of my dream.
I once remembered that "dream is the most beautiful flower of thinking on earth". Red hope, green dream, just because you are in my heart-literary dream. As I grow older, I always feel the subtle influence of literature. I would like to go with Tao Yuanming to enjoy the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; Gong Zizhen, in order to prove that "fallen flowers are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers"; Li Bai, on the other hand, hopes that "the wind and waves will break, and my yin sail will be set straight, and the deep and deep sea under the bridge"; Keep Su Dongpo's yearning for "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles." ...
Just because you are in my heart, you turn the sound of your heart into flapping wings and take me flying. Is that you, literature? Beautiful, luxurious, soft ... I can't decorate you with any words. Because you are in my heart, I understand ambition, persistence and patriotism. I wander in your poems, sighing for the division of a country, mountains and rivers last forever, singing proudly. In the arms of junior high school, feel you and experience you.
Because you are in my heart, you have turned famous works into paving stones, paving the way for my success. Is that you, literature? The separation of human feelings in the Grand View Garden, the implication of the three knots in Taoyuan, the entanglements on the way to learn from the scriptures, and the lofty aspirations of getting together. Just because you are in my heart, I understand helplessness, unity, courage and loyalty!
Because you are in my heart, I understand Qu Yuan's helplessness, gasp in admiration for Liu Bang's ambition, and feel sorry for Shi's departure. I am pregnant with you and measure my heart density, but I feel particularly heavy. You turn celebrities into a source of motivation and push me forward.
Just because you are in my heart, I dream of becoming a writer!
If you want to harvest the fruit in the autumn, then in the early spring when the chill invades people, you should roll up your trouser legs and make unremitting efforts to open up wasteland, sow and cultivate until the day of harvest.
I often imagine that I will become a famous writer in a few years. In the fragrant country house, the wisteria outside the window is like a string of wind chimes, as delicate as a snap of a finger; The prisoner couldn't help but touch the manuscript paper on the desk in the room with thick green. I am writing with a pen in my hand. From time to time, I recall the friction between the pen tip and the thick goose feather paper in the hut. A cup of coffee is dancing at the table, telling the past years. ...
Dream, set sail from the heart!
Dream is a light narrative in the heart, 700 words composition, 5 articles, 3. It is the brightest star among the stars; It is the strongest tree in the jungle; It is the sweetest one in the fruit forest. ...
But it is also a meteorite that can't shine; It's a broken branch and bent. Dead trees; This is bitter and shriveled rotten fruit ...
What is the dream? What's your dream? You are working very hard to lay the foundation for your dream with great interest, and soon you will see signs of success-you will suddenly smile. You will feel that dreams are beautiful and seemingly sacred, which also represents people's psychological reality, their interests or aspirations in different periods. It gives people great motivation and confidence to realize their dreams.
However, your dream is not so easy to realize. Yes, you and I both thought of obstacles. What kind of obstacles can make you so upset? From then on, you want to give up, and suddenly you find that the whole world is dark, and there is no gap to expose the sun-give up yourself, or just live casually, forget it. You start to be decadent and don't want to face the world. God built a wall and sealed a glass cover for your dream, so that you can see the colorful world outside, but if you can't get out, you will complain about God's injustice-oh, no! Why are you so cruel to me! I work hard, and that's all I get? Why? I don't want this result!
Suddenly, you figured it out. Yes, it is. Why are you discouraged? Isn't that normal? This is your dream, so you can't stop so soon. You're up again. Just a cage. You have to rush out even if you hit your head. It's simple. When you break free and see the people around you struggling in the cage, you really have to understand that you are not the only one struggling, and there are many people who are trying to water the dried-up heart like you. You once again feel the power of dreams, and you once again believe in your dreams and yourself.
The dream in my heart can light up even if it doesn't shine; Even if it is not so straight, you can straighten it; Even if it doesn't look good, it's not delicious, and it can be replanted.
But sometimes, you can't start over. But dreams can, just because of faith.
Dream is a light narrative in my heart, 700-word composition, 5 articles and 4 directors-"The clear piano sound spread all over the concert hall, and the noisy audience under the stage quieted down, as if they could feel the performer's heartbeat.
Yuxiang put his hand on the keys, and the guitarist and violinist were ready. A cheerful and powerful piano sound began to sound, playing a light melody. The notes jumped smartly and merged into a stream, flowing under Yuxiang's hand. Music seems to be the warm wind in March, blowing in his heart, and it seems to be a bright lamp in the darkness, illuminating the darkness in front of him. Soft light and fragrant jade shine like stars. He smiled. After living in the dark for more than ten years, his eyes became bright, but gradually blurred. ...
"18-", the girl raised her hand and stepped forward. She is Yuxiang's girlfriend and came to the audition site of the dance company to pursue her dreams. She stood gracefully on the stage, stretched out her hands, and suddenly a voice sounded in her ear: "Don't worry, don't worry, this time I want to fly in my own way." Species I've experienced before. Kind of, scenes flashed through her mind, the heart more fearless.
Silent music rang in her mind. At this moment, Yuxiang's hands danced on the keys, and she seemed to dance with the distant and wonderful melody. With the hand dancing, the body also made various beautiful gestures. She swings her hands for a while, like a fluttering tulle, and twists her waist for a while to form a flexible curve. Music seems to blend into her body, making her softer. She closed her eyes and forgot everything around her just to dance with her inner dream.
The light suddenly went out, and the concert hall was dark, except for the piano sound of Yuxiang. His eyes lit up, and there seemed to be a girl figure on the piano, spinning and jumping. They all took a firm step towards their dreams and never backed down.
Everyone has his own dream, no matter how faint the light of that dream is, it exists in our hearts!
Dreams are light narratives in the heart. There will always be a dark abyss in life, and there will always be a lost path of failure. However, no matter how dark life is and how deep-rooted despair is, there will always be a beam of light passing through the abyss of loneliness and deep despair, illuminating your way forward and giving you hope, strength and faith. That light comes from the direction of your heart; That light is the only sound in your life. People call it a dream.
The tail of July is still hot in summer, but I can't stop the sound I hear. I am convinced that this is a call, a miracle and the light of my life. So, with a firm, young, proud and brave heart, I pursued in a bright direction.
Day and night, when I stand in this square, which is said to be the largest in the world, I can hardly restrain the little voice in my heart. It is beating, singing, cheering and telling-I am coming, I am coming, I am coming! This day and night, hard work and long journey made me exhausted, and I no longer have the strength to shout, but I believe that tomorrow, I will stand at the end of the light and smile. Like a victorious king. One and only king.
The next day, everything became lively and full of vitality. No more yesterday's fatigue, no more yesterday's depression, because ah, I am slowly approaching the source of light. When I stand where the light comes from-Beijing Foreign Studies University, my heart seems to be shaking, crying and cheering. I approached slowly, and the light appeared at that moment, covering every scene in the campus shallowly. Everything is so beautiful, emitting awesome light. It is said to be the power of dreams. I wandered around the golden campus, as if I saw myself standing here six years later, smiling shallowly. Like a victorious king. One and only king.
I don't know when the world began to be divided into day and night-bright day and dark night. Everyone has to face the night, no matter how scared, they must learn to walk in the dark. In the boundless darkness, only the dream is the only one that can be believed, and it always radiates bright and stable light. Because it is the light of life.