Prose Poetry in Grade Six: My Ideal

Ideal may be like a pillow made of clouds on the horizon, which will disperse when blown; Maybe it's like a stone by the sea, no matter how the waves beat, it can't be broken. Maybe your ideal is so easy to be blown away, maybe your ideal is so firm and firm, but my ideal will never change easily. My ideal is to be an architect.

My ideal is not like those soldiers who guard the motherland in overseas frontiers. My ideal is not like those volunteers who want to help others out of illness. I am guarding the heart that I want to be an architect.

I remember I had this classic ideal when I was eight years old! When I was in my hometown, I envied those children who lived in tall buildings. Because in my eyes, how happy they are, how happy they are. It seems that from that moment on, my ideal was established by the classics. However, people always have a positive heart. Before long, I was sitting in a tall building like those children. At home, I often think that it would be great if I designed some high-rise buildings that day. Maybe one day, the house I designed will be built, which is a sense of accomplishment. It is because of this idea that I will study harder when I think about it.

Through my own efforts and now my own efforts, I believe that I will realize my ideal (to be a famous architect) in the near future.

My ideal is the beacon of life navigation, and it is also my beautiful vision and yearning for the future. My ideal will not change easily.

Grade 6, Hanyu Road Primary School, Shapingba District, Chongqing: I only love Stephy.