Event diary 150 words.

In the political class, the teacher suddenly asked me, "What is your ideal?" I'm at a loss. I don't know how to answer this question at the moment. I once had my own ideals, starting from childhood. I didn't know anything when I was a child. My mother asked me, "What is your ideal?" I opened my eyes wide and asked curiously, "What is an ideal?" My mother told me: "the ideal is what you want to be when you grow up." For example, be an engineer who can draw design drawings, be a worker who can produce parts, and be an uncle who sells things ... "I thought about it and said," I want to be a teacher because teachers can already take care of students. " My mother was shocked by my answer. She told me, "Being a teacher is very hard." I said, "As long as I can be a teacher, being a teacher is the hardest. I am not afraid!" " "How time flies! In an instant, I grew up two years old. I went to school, but my grandmother got a cerebral hemorrhage. Since then, my ideal has become to be a doctor. In the third grade, the teacher asked us to write our own ideals, so I wrote down my new ideal: to be a glorious people's teacher in the future. I often dream of becoming a doctor to relieve the pain of patients. Dad told me, "It's not easy to be a doctor. You have to know a lot of knowledge to ... "But I stubbornly shouted: I want to be a doctor, I must be a doctor! "Suddenly, I grew taller, grew up, and became more sensible. Entering middle school, I don't know how many times, the teacher talked about ideals and asked us to correctly understand ideals, fantasies and fantasies. I don't know when, I read a passage from Grandma Bing Xin: "The flower of success is often admired for its brilliance. However, at the beginning, its bud was soaked with tears of struggle and full of blood and rain of sacrifice. "Yes, the ideal is beautiful, but it needs to be realized from now on. In order to realize his ideal, Zhang Guanghou studied hard with the spirit of "stupid birds fly first", devoted himself to mathematics with double time and energy, and finally became a famous young mathematician. This gave me a profound enlightenment. I don't know when I started to correct the mistakes my mother told me. I began to understand the great significance of the ideal and stopped treating it as a joke. Tolstoy, a famous Russian writer, said: "Ideal is the guiding light. Without ideals, there is no firm direction; No direction, no life. "I see: how much ideals can promote people's lives. I began to think and seriously consider my ideal. I think: if I want to be a painter when I grow up, then I will practice painting and calligraphy every day from now on, and I will be able to draw a beautiful picture of the reunification of the motherland in the future, and then write a beautiful couplet; If I want to be an engineer when I grow up, from now on, I will concentrate on learning knowledge and apply it to my work in the future; If I want to be a doctor when I grow up, then, from now on, I should know how to care and love others, so that I can take up the bounden duty of a doctor and save lives in the future. If I grow up ... well, I think: I want to choose the ideal I can achieve, and benefit the society, the motherland and the people in the future, and strive for the ideal from now on. My handwriting is not very good. Whenever I see people who write well, I will be in awe, especially when I see the brilliant calligraphy of some calligraphers, I can't help but admire it. But envy is envy, and my handwriting has not improved. My parents often worry about my handwriting, and I often make up my mind to practice it well, but they all give up halfway. When I think back to my own handwriting, alas ... there are many reasons for my poor handwriting, such as not practicing my handwriting well and not paying attention to the order and posture of the written words. The most important factor that can cause this situation is that I have a dream of writing well, but I have never insisted on practicing. I remember when I was very young, probably in the second grade, once my mother took me to a calligraphy class to learn calligraphy. Because my handwriting is very big, all the calligraphy books are full of my big characters. Although I think it's ok, it's not well received by the calligraphy teacher. At that time, I was very disappointed, so I made up my mind to practice calligraphy well and make sure that the calligraphy teacher praised me. Everything comes to him who waits, and I finally got good grades. Every day my teacher praises me, and my family praises me when I get home. I am immersed in joy every day. But I haven't practiced calligraphy since I graduated from the calligraphy class. I don't want to practice my handwriting anymore, because I think my handwriting is very good. Slowly, my handwriting is getting bigger and bigger, getting worse and worse, and even falling back to the previous level. People often say: words are like people. Are people who write well beautiful? I don't quite understand this sentence. But in the process of growing up, I really didn't know what happened for a while. Whenever someone talks about me, I will secretly lower my head and reflect on my previous mistakes. Gradually, I know the meaning of this sentence. Although writing well does not mean that a person's appearance is beautiful, it can prove that you have worked hard for your ideals. Poor handwriting proves that you didn't work hard, which proves that you didn't work hard. A person can be ugly, but if he writes well, he can hold his head high in front of everyone at any time. However, no matter how good-looking he is, if his handwriting is messy, whenever people talk about "characters", he will always feel inferior and have no confidence. In my father's words, in fact, I often see the reason why he has confidence in his work. It seems that it is better to say than to do. Go to the bookstore to buy another copybook and practice your handwriting. One thing has always impressed me. It was a day last summer vacation. My parents and I went to my grandmother's house in the country to play. It was very hot that day, and my cousin took me and my mother to pick loquat. When I reached the loquat tree, I looked up and saw that the loquat tree was straight! Golden loquat fruits hung on the branches, tempting us. My brother overreached himself and wanted to climb a tree to pick loquat. We laughed at his overreaching. He said unconvinced, "Don't believe me. "So, my brother began to climb the tree carefully, climbing one level every once in a while, and every level looked down for fear of falling. Like a snail, he climbed up slowly and finally climbed up the tree. My brother is worried again, because his hand can't reach the loquat fruit. So, my brother began to shake the branches for a long time, and no loquat fell. My brother was very angry and shook them violently. With a click, the branch broke and my brother fell with a splash. Before the inland could call for help, he fell into the wet mud, and the mud splashed all over the floor, as if welcoming his brother to fall. We rushed over to have a look, only to see our clay figurine-like brother stand up and shout with his mouth that doesn't look like a mouth: "Bad luck! What bad luck! " We burst out laughing. Yes, at this time, my brother's eyes are like panda eyes, his face is like a wrinkled old man's face, his arms are like withered and wrinkled coal, his legs are like burnt ham, and his face is covered with black soil, which is an authentic "African black". Brother is really, he didn't pick loquat, but chewed mud! "Ha ha ha ..." The younger brother retorted unconvinced: "What do you know? This is the latest fashion! "Say that finish, we started the catwalk, walking and twisting * * * made us laugh louder. As the saying goes, "When an old soldier goes out, one is worth two. "Finally, my mother moved the ladder to pick loquat. My brother wolfed down a few strings of loquat and said, "If I had known, I wouldn't have gone up. I was covered in mud. "After listening to my brother and seeing his delicious appearance, everyone couldn't help laughing again ... is that ok?