I am a dreamer through and through. I have had too many dreams since I was a child, but these are all like bubbles, limited to those colorful bubbles that seem beautiful. Bubbles slowly rise and disappear. This picture is beautiful, really.
Watching your dreams die one by one is also an experience, an experience of growing up, because I always believe that I will have new dreams. I don't want bubbles, even if they are flying with my dreams, I want a pair of tall and straight wings, a pair of wings that can fly freely with my dreams in the boundless sky, because I know that only a pair of powerful wings can make me fly higher and farther and make me fly better. I used to hope that my dream could come true in an instant, but I gradually realized that dreams can't be "made" in an instant. Dreams are slowly woven with your own heart, watered with your own sweat and supported by your own perseverance.
Dream is not a broken kite, it is really in my palm, it is not illusory, it belongs to me. Over the years, I have been trying to weave my dreams. I have pursued, rejoiced, lost, and have no regrets.
Perhaps, many have been shattered, but I firmly believe that as long as it once belonged to me, it will always belong to me. I've been looking for a place where I can remind my dreams of flying. The plane that can't fly to the sky is always just a model, and the dream hidden in the heart is just empty. I want a quiet land, a pure sky, to sow my wishes and fly my dreams. I don't know when I can find it, but whether I can find it in my life or not, I will spend my whole life trying to find it, because my dream needs a place to take off ... if I can't find it, I'd rather hide it. I hope I can find it, let my dream fly high in the blue sky, fly to the junction of the sea and the sky, watch the sun rise from there and feel the touch of the sun jumping out of that moment. I will always look for places where my dreams can take off. ...
My dream is lonely, my dream is lonely, but my dream is full. I'm looking for a person who has as many dreams as I do, and look for our respective dreams side by side with him or her. My dream is to fly in the same blue sky. Maybe that's my dream destination. I am looking for it. I have been pursuing it until my dream comes true. ...
Packaging ... put it in the bag ... 600 words ... put your dream in the bag ... As a insignificant person in this vast sea of people, I always feel too ordinary and too small.
Standing on the busy street always gives me a sense of helplessness.
I have never doubted that I am different from others since I was a child. I firmly believe that I am special. I want to be different. I pursue my own path, my own dream.
I am a dreamer through and through. I have had too many dreams since I was a child, but these are all like bubbles, limited to those colorful bubbles that seem beautiful.
Bubbles slowly rise and disappear. This picture is beautiful, really.
Watching your dreams die one by one is also an experience, an experience of growing up, because I always believe that I will have new dreams.
I don't want bubbles, even if they are flying with my dreams, I want a pair of tall and straight wings, a pair of wings that can fly freely with my dreams in the boundless sky, because I know that only a pair of powerful wings can make me fly higher and farther and make me fly better.
I used to hope that my dream could come true in an instant, but I gradually realized that dreams can't be "made" in an instant. Dreams are slowly woven with your own heart, watered with your own sweat and supported by your own perseverance.
Dream is not a broken kite, it is really in my palm, it is not illusory, it belongs to me.
Over the years, I have been trying to weave my dreams. I have pursued, rejoiced, lost, and have no regrets.
Perhaps, many have been shattered, but I firmly believe that as long as it once belonged to me, it will always belong to me.
I've been looking for a place where I can remind my dreams of flying.
The plane that can't fly to the sky is always just a model, and the dream hidden in the heart is just empty.
I want a quiet land, a pure sky, to sow my wishes and fly my dreams.
I don't know when I can find it, but whether I can find it in my life or not, I will spend my whole life trying to find it, because my dream needs a place to take off ... if I can't find it, I'd rather hide it.
I hope I can find it, let my dream fly high in the blue sky, fly to the junction of the sea and the sky, watch the sun rise from there and feel the touch of the sun jumping out of that moment.
I will always look for the place where I dream of taking off ... My dream is lonely, my dream is lonely, but my dream is full.
I'm looking for a person who has as many dreams as I do, and look for our respective dreams side by side with him or her. My dream is to fly in the same blue sky. Maybe that's my dream destination. I am looking for it. I have been pursuing it until my dream comes true. ......
Putting tolerance into a bag 600-word composition Putting dreams into a bag As a trivial one in this vast sea of people, I always feel that I am too ordinary and too small.
Standing on the busy street always gives me a sense of helplessness.
I have never doubted that I am different from others since I was a child. I firmly believe that I am special. I want to be different. I pursue my own path, my own dream.
I am a dreamer through and through. I have had too many dreams since I was a child, but these are all like bubbles, limited to those colorful bubbles that seem beautiful.
Bubbles slowly rise and disappear. This picture is beautiful, really.
Watching your dreams die one by one is also an experience, an experience of growing up, because I always believe that I will have new dreams.
I don't want bubbles, even if they are flying with my dreams, I want a pair of tall and straight wings, a pair of wings that can fly freely with my dreams in the boundless sky, because I know that only a pair of powerful wings can make me fly higher and farther and make me fly better.
I used to hope that my dream could come true in an instant, but I gradually realized that dreams can't be "made" in an instant. Dreams are slowly woven with your own heart, watered with your own sweat and supported by your own perseverance.
Dreams are not kites with broken lines. The dream is really in my palm. Dreams are not.
Put your dreams in the bag. Everyone has a dream, but the dream is not far away.
The bird's dream is to fly higher like an eagle, the flower's dream is to bloom more fragrant like a jasmine, and the tiger's dream is ... when I see someone doing magic on TV, I will feel it. I want to be a magician. Whenever this time, my vicissitudes of life will recall that moment ... a winter vacation in the sixth grade, I watched TV at home alone, accidentally switched to a performance channel and saw only one person. I thought curiously.
I ran to the computer with curiosity and looked up relevant information. I know it's a scam. I also found many tutorials on the Internet. I did what he taught me ... I imitated it for a long time, and suddenly a question came to my mind: "What am I learning this thing for?" I walked out of the house with this annoyed question. At this time, I was disgusted with everything around me, just like becoming an enemy, punching and kicking them.
When I came to the corner, I was shocked. Looking at that purple flower, it is unbelievable that people think that useless wisteria can grow in such a harsh environment.
It is not as gorgeous as a rose, elegant as an orchid, and elegant as a lotus ... but it has the spirit of standing alone in the early spring and standing proudly in the snow without fear of cold.
I have been looking for the answer, and even tried to give up many times on the way, but when I saw the wisteria, my heart was full of strength.
Its spirit and will brought me positive energy, and I shouted, "I want to be a magician!" " "Finally, after my hard thinking, I came to the answer: magic is not to cover the aperture of a star, not to become a person who attracts people's attention, but to make friends from all over the world realize the existence of this art, to make themselves feel happy in magic and to give the audience beautiful enjoyment. This is my dream.
My dream is not far away! Always remember the dilemma of mountains and rivers and set out for the future with your dreams!
The sky is deep and distant, because it has elegant clouds and flying birds; The vastness of the sea is because it has jumping waves and swimming fish; The grassland is vast and lush because it is strong in Ma Benteng.
I travel happily between heaven and earth, because I have a "reading" bag.
Looking up at the sky, there are countless planets in the vast universe, and dust is gathering. They are the connotation of the universe, the essence of the earth and the glory of life.
Like the universe, we have connotation, essence and brilliance.
What is reading pleasure? In fact, it is a relaxed and happy reading.
People in the past always liked to savor books and explore their mysteries. Nowadays, we can get some happiness and enjoyment through fast-food reading, although we can't understand the real meaning.
So, I began to carry the bag of "reading" and experience the happiness brought by reading.
Pick a book of Tang poetry and Song poetry, find a quiet place, read it gently, and have a smile on your face.
I realized the leisure of Tao Yuanming's Talented Man in the Southeast. Li Bai "Go out laughing, are we Artemisia people?" Wen Tianxiang's "Since ancient times, there has been no life or death, and keeping Dan Xin as a mirror of history".
I was intoxicated by a defective reading.
In order to experience this kind of happiness, we must choose books with connotation, savor them carefully and absorb the essence deeply. I not only enjoyed it, but also got the edification of gorgeous music and poetry.
But with the development of society, our life is very fast, and we have little time to taste the happiness brought by reading.
Shallow reading satisfies us. In our spare time, we take a magazine, make a cup of tea, simply and easily read an article and savor it.
I remember Wang Guozhen wrote in Love Life: "I don't think about whether I can succeed or not. Since I have chosen a distant place, I only care about bitterness and difficulty. I don't think about whether I can win love. Because I love roses, I bravely confide in the real city. I don't want whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal is the horizon, I can only leave the world a shadow. I don't want the future to be flat or muddy. As long as I love life, everything is expected. "
This sentence made me understand that I love life, just like Yuan Mei, honorary academician of HKU, Zhao Shishu, a rural teacher in Wuxi County, Li Shunyou, a postman, and Li Jianying, a pilot.
Because these ordinary people have a sincere love for life, their lives are full of brilliant sparks.
Carrying a "reading pleasure" schoolbag, I shuttled between deep reading and shallow reading.
In deep reading, I realized the essence of ancient culture and the beauty of poetry, which made me feel at home and happy.
In shallow reading, I got a short enjoyment, but also tasted a little touched and happy.
The individuation and diversification of reading give me more choices and more.
I carry the schoolbag of "reading pleasure" on my back, and I shuttle through the ocean of books, sailing in the rich ocean of knowledge with the power of "reading pleasure", wandering in happiness and heading for the other side of success.
There are more than 600 words in the composition "Packing Bag". The evening in the early autumn of junior high school is already a little chilly. I had dinner with my mother and walked under the trees in the street.
The city is beautiful, with many shops and flowers, but pedestrians are in a hurry, which adds a layer of anxiety and indifference to the town.
"Selling grapes"-"Suddenly, there was a shout in the corner, looking for fame. A middle-aged woman in her fifties set up a stall with two baskets of grapes in a human tricycles, shouting at passers-by, hoping to promote a small business.
Her shouts brought my thoughts back to a few years ago.
At that time, I was eight.
Because I have lived in the country for a long time, the grapes that I can eat every year will always become inconspicuous.
But grandparents get up early to pick grapes, and then grandpa will sell them in the city with a car full of grapes.
There is a market for big grapes, but small grapes are still on the trees. I asked my grandmother, "Why not sell it cheaper?" She sighed: "I can't manage the big grapes. How can I manage these?" I felt it a pity that the next day, I volunteered to set foot on the road of selling grapes.
I picked a few small bunches of grapes, trimmed them, asked adults how to know the scale, finally found the tricycle at home and set off.
My destination is not far, just in a few nearby villages.
No one wants to buy grapes all the way, and I feel a little lost.
I happened to meet an uncle in the same village and said, "What are you doing?" I said shyly, "Grape seller.
""Then why don't you shout? If you don't shout, who knows you sell grapes? " I nodded, as if I realized something.
"sell grapes!" I summoned up my courage to shout out the first sound, but I knew how small it was.
As it happens, an old man came on the road.
Life's Bags 600 words Life's bags trudge on the journey of life, and I feel that I have gone through one journey after another: infancy, early childhood, and ambitious youth. In this way, I lived half my life.
Looking back on these journeys, how many joys and sorrows are hidden in the luggage of life, and how many ups and downs? Through the flat, but also through the rugged; After suffering, I also tasted happiness.
What kind of flowers, jade, questions and thoughts have been collected in the luggage of life? I really admire those writers who can write good books. Along the way, they will straighten out their feelings into bookmarks of thinking, and their schoolbags will be bulging. What a heavy life! Ordinary people don't have this talent. They suddenly opened the bag of life. They are too thin to believe. How many collection opportunities we inadvertently missed! Aside from the memoryless infancy, how much did I know about the necessity of learning when I was enlightened? Always blame the enthusiasm of those years, and blame it for wasting our vitality? This is actually an experience, although I left a regret in my study.
It's a pity that people like empty consumption best, and it's even more * * * to let others rush away at will! At this stage of life, the bag caught only one wind, and soon, it released air from the seam of the bag and slipped away.
Looking back at youth? Walking on the journey of life, the schoolbag should be filled with the spiritual wealth of learning-knowledge.
It's a pity that the creator gave you the most vigorous learning energy, but also gave you the most abundant physical fitness for play.
So how many days did you spend working hard on books and filling your schoolbag with profound thoughts? On the contrary, when I was wasting my time, I picked up many flowers and plants on my trip, packed my bags like straw bags and inflated my frustrated stomach in vain to scare people.
In the days of survival, I am even more confused. It is inevitable to fall in love, get married and have children, and so is work. Unfortunately, like a clumsy cow, only when time drives you to the seasonal field can you plough out three or two acres of thin fields.
In the future, I will enjoy the dream of being a flying horse in the cowshed.
The bag contains a lot of ups and downs of life, and a lot of feelings about life, but besides, can you get a decent career plan and a decent thinking chapter? Why do you always regret checking your luggage? People are rushing to the road of time every day. Why not prepare a good bag and think about what I should collect today? Not everyone can be a writer, but everyone can be a philosopher. We should learn to think every day.
You don't have to collect literary chapters in your bag, but at least you have money in it. Today, you go to the seaside and pick up a shell. Tomorrow you will go to the high mountain, so be ready to bring a mountain of soil back; You went to the book market today, you might as well buy a thin book; You will go to work tomorrow, and you should pick up the proudest feeling.
On the road of life, let us continue to collect, and don't let our bags be empty forever.
A beautiful bag with a smile is as light as catkins, but it can dissolve the heavy weight; It is as light as autumn water, but it can penetrate the most pouring time; It is a meeting of happiness and happiness, a handshake full of care and concern, and an exchange of understanding and understanding; It is more like a precious seed, which can shed a little sunshine for all travelers who trudge on the journey of life.
Continuous continuation and long growth have become the most beautiful bags that accompany us all our lives.
This is a smile.
I flew to America alone for a semester of cultural exchange.
When I first set foot on the land of St. Louis, I clung to my bag alone in front of the hurried blonde crowd ... Suddenly, with a cordial greeting, I was surrounded by more than a dozen smiling faces. I didn't expect Dr. Tai, who is in charge of reception, to bring so many people to pick me up. My heavy luggage seems to have lightened a lot at once, and my life has turned a new page.
On weekends, I sat in front of the TV with my host family and watched the football Super Bowl final, which was the first large-scale sports event in the United States after "9. 1 1".
In the opening triathlon, firemen, the heroic symbol of "9 1 1", entered the stadium holding the American flag. When the Beatles sang a new song, Ran Ran raised a huge list of victims of "9 1 1" ... The spicer family around them suddenly seemed silent and solemn.
Do you know' 9 1 1'? The hostess's eyes fell on me.
"In an instant, many people's lives have been subverted, but the distance between people has suddenly narrowed.
Many indifferent new york people smiled at each other for the first time in front of the World Trade Center ruins.
"Disaster is terrible," said the host, "but it makes us Americans eager to rethink our lives and pay attention to our families.
"Then, he took out a piece of paper and let us pass it on.
This is a popular poem on the Internet at that time, "Tomorrow is not promised to everyone ..." Translated into Chinese to the effect that: "You left as usual/didn't come back as usual that day/if I had known it was the end of my life/I wouldn't have let the smile of love stay tomorrow ..." I silently looked at the manuscript in my hand.
The fire in the fireplace is burning quietly, and the winter scenery outside the window is exotic.
At this time, all my relatives and friends are in their hometown, and they can't see my smile or feel my hug. When we were together day and night, I never thought that giving a smile would become so precious and ethereal.
Only in the face of the sudden collapse of property, career and family, can we really find a smile that is dusty by ordinary life? The morning in March is still cold and dry. After getting up every day, smile at yourself in the mirror and give yourself a good mood. At breakfast, I smiled at the busy reception mother in the kitchen and said "good morning". On the bus to school, I smiled at Shan Ye, who had just sprouted and turned green, and prepared to greet the new day happily.
It's time to go. I'm already good at smiling and holding hands.
In the journey of life, we will face countless long and lonely times. However, as long as the smile in the bag opens as scheduled, it will turn into a little light and fill the direction of going.
Comments: This article is a masterpiece with novel conception, beautiful literary talent and high quality.
The central event is to see new york people "smile at each other" on the ruins of "9. 1 1" in the United States, and read the poem "Don't be stingy with your smile", which is in contrast with what the author saw all the way across the ocean, so as to know whether a smile is a weapon or not and be a "smile ambassador".
The story is typical in material selection and meaningful in language, which is quite intriguing.
(Li Daquan)
I understand a truth. My childhood was full of color and childlike innocence. In that personal experience, I really understood a truth ... it was a hot summer, and I came home after playing badminton at school, sweating profusely.
I want to find a cup of cold water to drink. Unexpectedly, the water boiled and it was very hot. I thought: if you drink this water, it will get hotter and hotter just like taking it out of the pot. No, we must find a way.
My eyes "bone" a turn, there! I filled a glass with water and put it on the top of the refrigerator-frozen.
While looking at the refrigerator, I thought that my mother would praise me when she came back, that I was a clever child, and then she would reward me with ice cream! Just thinking about it, I heard a bang and the glass broke! I sat on the ground with a "wow" and cried, thinking about how to explain to my mother. The magical energy just now has completely disappeared ... when my mother came back with a click, I was full of tears, and then I looked at the refrigerator, and I already knew half of it.
My mother quickly helped me up. I cried and asked my mother, "Mom, why do I put hot water in the glass and put it in the refrigerator, and the glass will break?" When my mother saw me like this, she smiled and said to me, "Haha, don't you understand the truth of' expansion with heat and contraction with cold'? This is the application of the principle of' thermal expansion and cold contraction'.
Think about it, the water in the cup is hot and cold, and it comes out of the refrigerator. Hot and cold, the glass will naturally break! Through this personal experience, I understand the truth of "heat expands and cold contracts", and I won't make this mistake again in the future!
On the way of chasing dreams, the composition once stopped at the edge of the playground, watching the basketball in the hands of those playmates with fascination, full of energy, but I couldn't get close; On a moonlit night, listening to my roommates snoring and dreaming a beautiful dream, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep with their happy sleep.
Where is my dream? I'm confused.
My parents expect too much of me. They want their son to be outstanding, outstanding.
I used to have such a mind, study hard and have no distractions; Cultivate character and be careful everywhere.
But when one day I suddenly found that my parents were not tolerant of my little mistakes and there was no one around to talk about my depression, the color of life disappeared little by little in front of me.
Same meal every day, same class every day, same road every day, gray mood every day.
Everything is so dull that I can't feel the joy of life.
I am a lonely walker! After the exam, other students were relieved and rushed to the stadium to release their youthful vitality, but I sat alone in the classroom and looked at autumn scenery outside the window, which made me sad.
I don't want to think about my grades, but I feel full of melancholy, loneliness and desolation.
Despair and boredom, I had to go to the library to look for them ... masterpieces containing wisdom and ideas, knowledge and truth were presented to me.
I leafed through book after book aimlessly, and the last story caught my attention: once a reporter asked the great writer Bernard Shaw, "Mr. Bernard Shaw, what's the difference between an optimist and a pessimist?" The answer is enlightening: "This is very simple. If there is a bottle of wine on the table that is only half full, people who see this bottle will shout happily:' Great! There is still half! "This is an optimist; On the other hand, if you sigh at this bottle of wine,' Oh, no, there is only half left!' That's a pessimist.
"After reading this story, I have a lot of thoughts. Am I not a pessimist? After finishing the borrowing procedure, I walked out of the library with my book and walked on the campus path, as if there were countless wise men accompanying me.
I smiled and greeted the teachers or classmates I knew and didn't know, walked to the corner of the playground and sat on a piece of grass.
The sunset generously scattered the afterglow throughout the campus, and under this crimson sky, scene after scene was full of vitality.
That night, many boring things vanished. I understand my parents' expectations of me, and I also understand that my dreams are not contradictory to my parents' expectations, and my fighting spirit is rekindled in my heart.
I'm not a lone ranger, I'm a dream catcher. On the way of chasing dreams, I put optimism back in my bag and woven the sunset glow into self-confidence and put it on my shoulders.
I hope the composition can help you.
Books are the most beautiful bags. The great writer Shakespeare said, "Books are the nourishment of the whole world".
And I, the biggest hobby is to travel in the sea of books! The books in my bookcase are like clouds in the sky, countless.
Whenever I come home, the first thing I do is read a book.
When you pick up a book, you must read it all at once.
The longer you read, the more you fall into the deep valley of books, and the more you can't extricate yourself.
This time, I borrowed a book called Red Shoes from the library.
Lying in bed, holding a book, I have fallen into the inner world, doing business with the fox in the book, looking for family with the field mouse, and working as a porter with the bear ... When I saw the ninetieth page, I couldn't wait to know the contents of the book.
Read every word, for fear of missing a wonderful clip.
I am like a hungry wolf, greedily harvesting the knowledge in the book.
From morning till lunch time, my mother's deafening crying couldn't wake me up from the ocean of books.
I was so carefree, wandering freely in the sea of books, drifting away ... until my stomach called me painfully, I came to my senses and reluctantly left the book.
I love reading, reading gives me unlimited knowledge; I love reading, it is my inseparable friend; I love reading, it gives me endless happiness! In my world, there are no books, just like there are no fish in the sea; Just like there are no big trees in the Woods; Just like there are no flowers in the garden.
There are laughter and tears in the book, and there are joys and sorrows.
It will accompany me all my life!
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