Students, do you know? When I was a kid, I loved dreaming.
One night, I was lying in bed and dreamed again as soon as I closed my eyes. At this time, I saw that I had a world of my own. I was the only one there, and I did whatever I wanted there. I don’t know what kind of things I did, and no one cared about me. Later I came to a forest. It was particularly beautiful there, the river was crystal clear, the air was extremely fresh, and the trees were full of fruits...
So, I climbed up to an apple tree, picked an apple, and took two or three bites of it. Finished eating. Well, this apple is so delicious. After eating, I threw the apple core on the ground and wanted to pick another apple to eat. At this time, I saw a tree not far away covered with candied haws. The candied haws grow very big, very bright, very popular. I couldn't help but immediately jumped down from the tree and came under the candied haws tree. Then, I climbed up quickly like a monkey. When I came to the tree, I sat on a tree pole, and then I picked a candied haws and ate it. Ah, this candied haws on a stick is so delicious, I ate it with relish. After eating one, he picked another and ate it. After eating, I always throw the core on the ground. After eating for a long time, my stomach felt a little bloated. I touched my belly and it was bulging. Look at the ground, ah, there are a lot of cores piled up. I don’t think I can eat anymore. If I eat anymore, I will get a bad stomach. So, I jumped off.
At this time, someone shouted: "Who blocked my door?" I followed the voice and saw a small house just in front of the pile of cores. Someone is pushing the door. I think it seems that I blocked his door by throwing the core randomly. So, I walked over and moved the core away. The door opened and a strange man came out. Without saying a word, he dragged me into the cabin door and closed the door. At this time, I found that there was no window in the entire hut. Once the door was closed, it was so dark inside that I couldn't see my fingers. Yeah, I'm so scared. I quickly opened the door. However, no matter how hard I tried, the door just couldn't be opened. At this time, the weirdo outside said: "You should also know the disadvantages of throwing fruit cores randomly." I screamed for help, but it was in vain! And there was no sound outside. It seemed that the weirdo was gone. My voice gradually became hoarse and I couldn't make any sound. I was so scared that I said with all my strength, "I will never litter again!" Strangely enough, the door opened immediately. I immediately ran out, picked up the cores on the ground and threw them into the trash can. Just then, I woke up.
Since that dream, I have never littered again!
In the second article, the beautiful angel is sowing the seeds of childhood dreams, which reminds people of childhood stories. I happily put on my childhood clothes and followed the angel towards the dream of childhood...
The past is like a cloud, and the dream of childhood is like a cloud. Emissive, elusive, yet so charmingly beautiful. Pure and undisguised... Childhood dreams are like a beautiful merry-go-round in the eyes of urban children, but I don't. For me as a child, it was just a luxury wish, a luxury that I didn't even dare to think about. . I was born in a rural area. Even so, my childhood was still golden. Although there were storms in my childhood, it was still picturesque! My childhood dream is the small boat that cleans the green water. On the boat, we happily hum songs and paddle. The water was splashing everywhere, and we were still rowing tirelessly under the afterglow, because we had a belief that we would reach the other shore. We will not let go, we will not give up, no matter how hard and tired we are, we will not cry. In childhood, we were as strong as mountains!
My childhood dream is about the horse galloping on the red soil, the horse we admire. The horse that embodies power has always been our pursuit. How we wish to ride the horse that we admire! It's a pity that it didn't come true, but we have been pursuing it. Gradually, we developed a habit of cherishing what we have and not abandoning anything we see. In childhood, we were as tender as water!
The childhood dream is about the kite flying in the blue sky, the beautiful kite made by skillful hands. In the childhood dream, we wanted to fly, and we laughed so brightly under the blue sky. When the kite rises, when the dream flies, how happy we are, how high we jump, we are the protagonists!
Childhood dreams are of flying black hair. We are young and we need to struggle. We know well the truth that "black hair does not know how to study early, and white hair regrets studying late". We will not waste our time. Time, that black hair will be the best witness. We were the happiest in childhood. Who dares to say that we are supporting roles!
My childhood dreams are in the countryside, and that beautiful countryside is our other home. In spring, when our parents were planting rice in the fields, we would make clay figures on the side; in summer, when our parents would not let us go into the water, we would pound cicadas in the fields; in autumn, we are happiest, when the citrus in our hometown is so sweet and the rice is waiting to be harvested. , the sense of desolation has disappeared, and prosperity is the gift given to you by autumn; in winter, there are no snowflakes in the south, and we are all wrapped up tightly. At this time, we were not afraid of the severe cold, so we took a few baskets and looked towards the countryside. The cold river water froze the fish and shrimps, and there were countless fish in the ditches. As long as you scooped them up with a basket, those little things were caught!
Childhood dreams are on campus.
In the classroom, we listened attentively, accompanied by bursts of questions; on the playground, we played games happily, and laughter crossed the sky.
Childhood dreams are everywhere. The dream of childhood is the paper cranes that can never be finished; the dream of childhood is the nursery rhymes that can never be sung; the dream of childhood is the anime that can never be finished watching; the dream of childhood is the fragrant tea that can never be tasted ; Childhood dreams are stories that can never be told! ......
In childhood dreams, we trudged step by step. There is joy, diligence, sweetness and bitterness, sweat and pride.
...Childhood's dream is an uncut gem, beautiful but not ostentatious! There are too many stories in childhood dreams, and childhood dreams have become eternity... I will treasure the most beautiful childhood in my heart and keep smiling...