You may ask me: joining the army is so tiring that you may die at any time. Then why did you join the army? Then the answer I give you is: A person who is willing to give his life for the motherland is not afraid of sacrifice and ups and downs. They are doomed to fail, because they are a collective, just like a person. I hope I am such a person. A soldier may not be deep in your memory, but in my memory, the word soldier is very deep in my mind, because it reminds me all the time. What is my dream? When I read online or on TV,
The word "soldier" deepened in my mind when I saw some countries coming to seize our territory. If I can't go to the front for my motherland, then I want to be a military doctor, and I can win glory for my motherland, and I can also treat many people, which is also a kind of happiness.
If I am an inventor when I grow up, I will invent a cloning machine at the first time to clone a large group of giant pandas and let them survive from generation to generation. I will also invent a medicine, which can live for 100 years whether people or animals eat it. Eliminate all diseases. I also want to invent a car that can be used by land, sea and air without gasoline or electricity. Is it very environmentally friendly?
In a word, I have countless dreams, but they are all dreams. Only by studying hard can I realize them. The genius inventor once said that success is composed of 99% sweat and 1% talent. Believe in yourself, you are the best!
The dream is persistent, just for the gorgeous bloom of 1400 words.
20 13 has quietly left, and when I look back, I don't feel that my tears have been divided into two lines. During this year, I deeply felt that I had grown up. Waving at the past figure, the experience of growing up is unforgettable.
I am a senior three student of 20 13. I should have fought side by side with all my classmates and lit up my dreams with the college entrance examination. But I chose a person to go to Kunming to participate in professional training, and I want to take advantage of my professional advantages to easily win the fruit of the college entrance examination. Before that, I sketched one beautiful picture after another in Kunming training room. I have my own ideals and pursuits, and my love for calligraphy is persistent.
Professional training has to face a lot of expenses. For me from a rural family, this is undoubtedly a big hurdle. A few years ago, once I needed money, I always called my parents to ask them to find a way, and I waited for the money to be automatically "credited" to my credit card. But this year is different. I don't want to rely on my parents' protection again and again to add more trouble to them. So I personally called several relatives who had more contacts, explained the reasons for spending money to them one by one, and asked for support. But it's not as simple as I thought. When it is really difficult, who will really help who? I hit a wall everywhere, trying not to cry on the phone. I don't want anyone to see my cowardice. Fortunately, my father's sisters also generously gave me money to study hard. They will support me. This is undoubtedly the sunny winter sun for me, which warms my heart. I sincerely thank them. In the next few days, although relatives still came around me, they all advised me to give up and stop fooling around. My left ear goes in and my right ear goes out. Because I want to succeed and show it to all those who underestimate me. In fact, my major is not to get into a good university. What I want is to have more money-making skills in the future, so as not to let my parents work hard outside and share the burden at home. All the people who love me and I love are getting old. How many years will they have? What I am afraid of is "children should be raised, not close", so I have been insisting.
On 20 13,1013, I arrived at a training institution in Kunming and started my new struggle. Things will never go as smoothly as I thought. Although I think I have some knowledge and understanding of calligraphy, I have a little knowledge of it. But in the process of learning, I soon found that my so-called understanding is just a drop in the ocean, and my so-called basic skills are just a drop in the ocean, which is not worth mentioning at all. At the beginning, because of my feelings and observations, I often didn't pay attention to thinking and summing up, and I gradually felt hard. The repeated blows of training teachers made me have to doubt myself. But just think about the cheers of classmates and friends before coming to Kunming, the eyes of parents supporting and trusting, and the sarcastic words of others. I am full of energy. A great ambition of "never breaking Loulan and never returning it" came into being. Secretly cheer for yourself.
Slowly, I found myself stronger than before, not the little girl who cried everywhere because of a little injustice. I have grown up. I learned to be patient, to have fun in pain, and not to bow to difficulties easily. On one occasion, the training teacher pointed to my hard work in writing big characters all day and sternly said to me,' With your stinking level-you will never cross the line, and you can't go far on the road of calligraphy. "I was deeply puzzled what went wrong, so I asked him in a trembling voice, but I got a supercilious look and a handsome turn. I bit my lip and looked up to prevent my tears from sliding down reluctantly. I swear in my heart: I will impress you one day. So I study harder and harder. Later, it was also affirmed by the teacher.
Time is like running water, flowing forward quietly. I am nervously preparing for the professional exam, and I believe that success is reserved for those who are prepared. After more than 90 days of sweat, I hope to blossom a successful flower.
20 13 cattle, I have grown a lot. I've learned that no pains, no gains; I see, if you want others to continue to believe in you, you must make some achievements; I've learned that you may be confused and depressed in trouble, but it won't last long. You should always be ready to fly to higher heights. I see, if you have a dream, you must stick to it. Just like a good song, "Although we were born different, we are all the same on the earth." . Despite the pain and bitterness, I said nothing. But which one had a nice trip? Because we are no different, we look up at the same starry sky when it is dark. Where can you succeed without pursuing and paying? Who said that we must follow someone else's path, and who said that there is no pain behind the glory? Just for dreams, never give up, no matter how hard it is, never stop …
Senior three: Li Qiuju.
Life is gorgeous because of dreams.
Dreams are like flowers, dotted with life; Dreams are like lighthouses, guiding us. If there is no dream, life is like a pale piece of paper; If we don't have dreams, we will become short-sighted and accomplish nothing all our lives.
Before, I didn't understand the meaning of dreams. When I saw Qian Xuesen, I said I wanted to be a scientist and create inventions when I grew up. As soon as I saw the heroic uncle of the People's Liberation Army, I gave up the idea of being a scientist and dreamed of becoming a brave soldier against the enemy. I came across the wonderful piano sound and decided to become a musician. Like Lang Lang, I played for the President in the White House, so that the whole world could listen to my music. ...
Now, my dream is to be a life-saving angels in white. This has to start with my illness: I remember that time, my fever reached 40 degrees, and I have been suffering from heat, weakness and dizziness. Pain cannot be expressed in words. From then on, I thought, I must study hard, try to be an excellent doctor, help people drive away diseases and make patients smile again. A recent incident has strengthened my belief. These days, TV broadcasts often mention H7N9 avian influenza virus. This terrible virus claimed many precious lives. They could have lived well in this world, enjoyed the sunshine and felt the affection. However, the disease took everything. Looking at their pale faces, watching their expressions tortured by diseases, it's really not a taste in my heart. If, now, there can be immediate drugs, if, now, there can be effective vaccines, these fresh lives will not be far away from us, and complete families will not be broken. Therefore, I must work hard and strive to advance towards my dream.
"One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the stormy waves, sail straight and build a bridge on the deep sea." Life is gorgeous because of dreams, and dreams are real because of actions. I believe that as long as I persist, success will definitely wait for me.
Gorgeous youth, gorgeous years 50 words
The gorgeous singing of our youth
The gorgeous writing of our years
Maybe we don't know each other.
But similar to us, we have the same sky and the same dream.
Our youth is more dazzling because of each other.
* * * The same years may be more precious because of each other's appearance.
We have the same shining name, post-90 s.
Mo is a sophomore in Touqiao Middle School, Fengxian District, Shanghai.
Colorful childhood dreams 1400 words
Childhood is like a dream-a colorful dream. It is so short, like a star, it disappears without a trace in the blink of an eye. My childhood is so colorful, just like a colorful dream, with laughter, tears, melancholy and sadness ... in boundless memory, I look for the footprints of my childhood.
I, a country child, was born in a remote mountain area. There are mountains near here. Castle peak, green trees, clear water, chirping birds and red, green and green flowers constitute a unique picture scroll in the mountainous area. I was born here when I was a child.
When I was seven or eight years old, I had about seven or eight partners my age. Brilliant and resourceful Zhang Yong, silly Yang Jun, dignified and strong Huang Qiusheng, timid Yang Li, childlike Cui Cui. I am tall and thin, careless and fearless ... ah, our little guys are "like-minded, do all kinds of evil" together. No wonder people often say that "there are too many dogs aged seven or eight."
Well, after breakfast, we secretly grabbed some steamed buns from the kitchen and secretly sang a song "Step on Watermelon Skin-Run away". Mom chased and scolded, hum, but it went in one ear and out the other. Zhang Yong once told us mysteriously: "I went to Fengshan to collect firewood and saw two big trees under my feet. There were tit nests in the trees, and there were tit chicks in them!" "Seriously, we like to catch birds! I am naturally happy to have this opportunity. We walked along the rugged narrow path. In the morning, the cool breeze blows gently, which is really refreshing and extremely comfortable. In the warm sunshine, birds are chirping, showing off their crisp throats, and clusters of wild flowers are competing to open ... However, we little guys have no mood to appreciate these, just looking around to see which tree has a bird's nest.
Our "flower-footed cat" walked without saying anything, and in a short time, it reached the foot of the windy mountain. There really is a bird's nest on two trees at the foot of the mountain. "Hey, it's so big!" "I fuck me!" The partners are quarrelling. "What are you arguing about?" Zhang Yongyong had a drink, and we were all silent for a while. Zhang Yong is the most prestigious among us, and we are helpless. "Climbing trees is my unique skill. Look at me! " Say that finish, he rolled up his sleeves and hugged the trunk. A tiger rushed over, three times and two feet, like a civet cat, and instantly reached the top of the tree. Next, we have to admire the boy's skill. Zhang Yong reached into his nest and shouted to us in surprise, "Hey, great, there are five chickens!" " He ignored the screaming of the titmouse mother around him, put all the chirping chickens in the bag, easily came down from the tree and took out three eggs from another tree. We shouted around him: "Brother Yong, give me one, give me one!" Shouted with a straight face, "Don't make any noise, let me share it fairly." Pointing to Fengshan, he said, "Let's climb the mountain. The top five won the chicks and the last few won the eggs. " We all raised our hands to show our agreement.
"Ready, let's go!" We went straight to the top of the mountain like a flock of wild ducks. Despair, scrambling; Sweating and panting. After great efforts, I finally reached the top of the mountain. We all won the winner, only Yang Li was dissatisfied and pouted. Because she shared the eggs and she liked chickens very much, Zhang Yong gave her her beloved chicken. ...
We saw a panoramic view of the infinite scenery. Blue sky, soft sunshine, breezy breeze, red peach blossoms, green crops, narrow paths, winding streams and quiet houses constitute a quiet, elegant, quiet and gorgeous map of spring scenery. Bathed in golden sunshine, we are intoxicated in this fairy-tale nature. ...
We lay limply, eating steamed bread and talking nonsense at will. Thirsty, we rushed up and shouted: "Down the mountain!" "He walked down the hill with a dull look. By the stream, holding a cool stream, sucking greedily, like eating mother's milk, is so sweet and drinking like a round watermelon, which makes you satisfied. Then he took off his clothes, was naked, jumped into the water and swam again. We are free in the water, like smooth loach. When we dive into the water, we disappear. We killed each other in the water, and the water flew to the "enemy" like dense bullets. At this time, shouts, curses, slapping water and laughter are like a beautiful symphony. Grandpa Sun blushed and looked at us and smiled. ...
However, childhood is not all carefree, beautiful and interesting. It also has melancholy and sadness.
Zhang Yong, our respected brother, such a generous, intelligent and lovely child, left us because of the same disease as Xing Zi. Looking back on our sincere friendship, I really don't believe it is true. We suspect that we are having a terrible nightmare. However, he really left, and his bright, dignified and curious eyes were closed forever. How many days and nights, in front of Zhang Yong's grave, calling his name: "Brother Yong, wake up! Play with us! We can't live without you! Why do you want to leave silently ... "
Tears, tears of pain, flow; Sadness, extreme sadness filled my heart. Jesus Christ. Since you are a philanthropist to save the world, why did you take the life of an innocent child? Why can't the bad guys who bring disaster to the country and people die of that incurable disease? In this regard, I was also confused and puzzled when I was a child.
Childhood, my childhood is like a colorful dream, with joy, sadness, laughter and tears; There are endless joys and sorrows. ...
Dreams illuminate life in 800 words.
Reading the book "Take the Road of Rejuvenation, Realize the Chinese Dream", I know that the invaders have done many evils in our territory. Just like the burning of Yuanmingyuan and the Nanjing Massacre, our motherland is riddled with holes. At the moment of national peril, our martyrs shouldered the heavy responsibility of saving the nation from national peril and proved with blood that the people of China will not yield. Under the leadership of China's * * production party, it overthrew the rule of the Kuomintang, liberated all of China, finally destroyed the reactionary regime of the Kuomintang, overthrew the rule of imperialism, feudalism and bureaucratic capitalism in China, and opened up a brand-new course of realizing the Chinese dream. Only then can the people of China have a great dream of rejuvenating China.
Dreams are not ready-made food, but seeds that I need to sow; Dream is not a painting, but a blank sheet of paper, which needs me to draw; Dream is not an oasis, but a desert, which needs me to cultivate. Everyone has his own dream, and the dreams of 65.438+300 million China people have converged into a beautiful Chinese dream. My dream is to be an excellent writer. I want foreigners who looked down on us in China 0/74 years ago to think of world famous writers, such as Hugo, Mark Twain, Lu Xun, Lao She, and me 20 years later. I want to write an article and try to convey positive energy to people. I want to eulogize the truth, goodness and beauty and attack the false, evil and ugly. I will use my meager strength to contribute to the development of literature and cheer for the great changes in new China. The process of realizing dreams is long, and it needs sweat, effort and tears to realize it. I have paid a lot for my dream.
I will tell everything that happened at school or at home, and then make a summary every week. In this way, what used to be a boring day now looks wonderful. So as to improve their writing level. "Where there is a genius, I spend other people's coffee time on my work." This famous saying has always accompanied my dream.
Now, I am in the sixth grade. As soon as I finish my homework, I will pick up a book and silently enter the mysterious world of dreams. For me, Chinese characters have become the source of my growth, and the charm of words makes me irresistible.
I have been immersed in the wonderful world created by books for a long time, and I have been reading for hours. After that, I will sit down and write down everything I feel in my notebook. Then when I write my composition again, many things will naturally come to my mind, and I will write a wonderful article soon. In this way, I continued to participate in the online essay contest, which was affirmed and gave me great encouragement and motivation. I loved writing even more.
We are the future of the motherland and the practitioners of the Chinese dream. We should forge ahead into the future, build our country well, develop our nation well, take over the banner of our predecessors and advance triumphantly!
Shandong Taian feicheng Hexi primary school Baiyun shanliu campus
My dream is 350 words.
Teachers are called hard gardeners, candles that guide light, etc. My dream is to be a respected teacher of the people.
In my imagination, I became an excellent Chinese teacher:
"Students, today I want to tell you something about the history and culture of our country!" I said. "Pa ..." A burst of warm drum applause sounded. "Our country ..." So I began to talk, and the students listened with relish in their seats. Rinrin Bell!' When the bell rang, everyone reluctantly walked out of the classroom, and I followed. "Ah! What do you play today? " I asked excitedly. "Teacher, today we play' the eagle catches the chicken'!" A classmate replied. "Ha ha! Great! I am an' eagle'! " I'm happy to say. So, the game began. "Whoops, I'm an eagle, mother hen, give me the baby!" I said in an eagle voice. "No, I won't give you my dear child!" When the hen mother's classmate said. I don't believe it. I ran around chasing left and right, but I couldn't catch any. "Rinrin ..." The bell rang and everyone returned to the classroom one after another. ...
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Dream of 600 words one day.
I'm still drifting aimlessly, drifting, drifting. Where will I go? Where is my home? Can I go home?
I was flying with the wind, and I happened to see a pupil's composition: "The rain outside the window is rushing down like a beautiful song ... after the rain clears, the sun appears in the blue sky." Really? I laughed internally. Rain is like singing? Maybe. Just lamenting. How can the sound of acid rain falling on the ground be a good song? Blue sky? But when I fly to the sky, I see a gray sky. I am floating in the gray sky, looking at the wasteland in front of me, thinking about the mountains and rivers in the student's composition, and I can't help but admire his imagination.
At this moment, a hand pulled me down from the air. What does he want? Take me home? But before I could be happy, he had blocked my mouth. What is this for? It suddenly occurred to me that many people in the movie blocked the mouth of the rescued person when they saved lives. Then he came to save me! Joy spread all over the body, but he slapped me hard with his other hand. What is he going to do? Don't! A sense of fear makes me uneasy. I tried to get rid of it, but there was nothing I could do. "pa!" There was a loud noise, and a hole was opened in me. He walked away with a smile. I fell to the ground feebly, and I couldn't figure out when I provoked him to do this to me.
I rested on the ground for a long time, but passers-by didn't care about me at all. No matter how much I moan and growl, it doesn't help. In desperation, I dragged my badly injured body and flew with the wind.
I flew very low because I was injured. To my surprise, I saw many of my brothers and sisters along the way. They are either lying on the road or floating in the wind like me. They all want to go home, looking for the direction of home, but none of the people who come and go lend a helping hand, just take a cold look at us and leave, which makes me feel very chilling.
I have always had a dream, and this dream must be the dream of my brothers and sisters.
I dream that one day, people can help us stop sleeping on the street.
I dream that one day, someone can take us home, where it is the warmest harbor.
I dream that one day, people can give us more homes so that we don't have to look around.
I have a dream that one day ...
Although I am a plastic bag, I still dream that one day, people can send us back to the garbage bin because it is our home. ...
The wind is still blowing and the rain is still falling. Where is my home?
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This article is well written.
With the inner monologue as the narrative subject, there is no redundant discussion and rigid preaching. The layering is also better.
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The so-called dream is endless madness! 150 words
People are vulnerable,
Because there are no colorful dreams;
People will be helpless,
But the road to dreams is always so lonely.
On the road to dreams,
You found people's selfishness and indifference.
So, you shrink yourself into the shell,
However, you find that-
I can't stand being alone.
Dreams,
Do you talk about it every day,
But only because of other people's sarcasm
You lost your wings to support your dreams?
Ambitious ambition
Do you share it with others every day?
But because of other people's gossip
You lost your attachment?
Whether it's terror,
Or have you been wandering?
who
Deprived of your colorful dreams;
you
Do you remember when the horse climbed over the pole?
The so-called dream,
It's endless madness!
If you really have a dream,
Then, please put your brave words
Hide in the gardenia when it blooms.
In a signed contract,
Let the hardships along the way,
torrid summer
Flying in the wind.
The novelist's dream 600 words
My dream is to be an excellent novelist when I grow up and write colorful stories and wonderful melodies for everyone.
I have loved novels since I was seven years old. I have read Jane Eyre and Love and Love Education, and I like reading all the books. I also know a little about "children's literature" and "world famous works". Especially for suspense and detective stories. From the age of eight, I no longer like reading famous literary works, but like mystery novels.
I read in books that Scorpio children prefer mystery novel, who is straightforward and unique, and is suitable for reading detective stories. I don't know why, since I read mystery novels, my sixth sense has soared, but I am the kind of person who really wants to read detective novels but can't sleep at night, but I still like mystery novels very much. From then on, I decided to become a novelist.
I learned a lot, such as dancing, painting, olympiad ... but I gave up without exception. I can't do anything important without patience and perseverance. What can scientists and mathematicians do? I can only be an assistant to scientists and mathematicians. Edison, Einstein and Van Gogh all became scientists and painters after hard training. As a girl, I can't stand suffering, and I have no unique interest and talent in this field. These ideals are too far away for me. I only need three things: my book, my fans, and the payment in my pocket. I don't need to be famous. I want an ordinary and happy life and my novelist.
Although I like novels, I don't like composition. When I was in primary school, I could only get stuck in a boring composition. The theme of the composition is very few, and there is no tortuous plot like the novel. It is just a few short paragraphs, briefly describing the cause of this matter. The novel is wonderful and long, which can write the true love and emotion of the world and the tortuous road of the world. The protagonist of the novel may be happy, sad, lucky or unlucky. The composition only describes a little thing about her (him), but the novel is a person's life. You don't have to be proficient in writing. Writing only tests your writing level, while novels test your perseverance, patience, imagination and language ability.
Dreams are beautiful, but you should be clear about what dreams are and what desires are. Maybe you are buried in books and homework about dreams all day for the so-called "dream", then you will become heavier and more tired. Dreams are pure wings that can take you to the sky, so dreams are light and will not drag you down, but will only take you far away.