The colors of youth are colorful, and the dreams of youth are colorful. Give your dreams to youth and let it compose beautiful melodies.
I have a dream to be a primary school teacher. I like to see the innocent smiling faces of children. Standing on the three-foot platform, look at the children's eager eyes for knowledge, grant them lifelong learning, and enrich themselves in the teaching process again and again. This is the ideal picture I have been looking forward to.
Dreams are not necessarily great or even ordinary, but they must be what they like. My dream comes from reality, but it is higher than reality, so in order to realize my ideal, I must keep working hard. Youth always needs to struggle, and ideals are created by knowledge and high ability. Grasp the youth, enrich yourself in the ocean of knowledge and improve yourself in the process of practice. In the end, whether I succeed or not, I am the helmsman of my youth. On the journey of youth, it is sad not to be lost in a mirage of strange fantasy, but to be stranded on the beach of vulgar reality
Only eyes washed with tears can have a broader vision. You can't give up your goal early because of one failure. Having youth is the greatest wealth. The essence of youth is not pink cheeks or rosy cheeks, but firm will, rich imagination and full feelings. Youth, we can be proud of frost and snow in the rough struggle and lead the way forward.
Insert ideal wings for youth and let it soar freely.
As long as I make unremitting efforts, I believe my future is not a dream.
On the Gobi desert in Africa, there is a small flower called Yimi. It takes five years to transplant rootstocks, and then it takes one year to accumulate nutrients bit by bit. In the spring of the sixth year, it bloomed on the ground and produced beautiful four-color flowers. However, in just two days, it will disappear together with the mother plant, and it will take a lifetime to make its own beautiful youthful dream. It is precisely because she is obsessed with her youthful dream that tourists often can't help crying when they see a one-meter flower in bud.
The one-meter youth dream is beautiful, and it is also a kind of beauty and happiness to be in charge of your own youth dream. What about us humans?
God gave people a rope with a youthful dream tied to one end. Someone looked at this end of the rope, shook his head and left-the rope was too long. Someone looked at the end of the rope and walked away disdainfully-he didn't believe that anyone climbed unswervingly and finally caught his youth dream.
Be the master of your youthful dreams and the master of the beauty of life. The ugly caterpillar wraps the beautiful youthful dream in a pupa, and after one autumn and one winter, it becomes the master of its own youthful dream, and finally turns into a butterfly and dances in the bright spring. The ugly duckling combed her dream of becoming a swan when she was young into her feathers. After a long winter, she became the master of her dream when she was young, and finally became a beautiful swan and flew into the blue sky. Being the master of your youth dream is the blue sky of life.
It is true that many young people's dreams are out of reach, but they can be realized. As long as you are determined to be the master of your youthful dreams. Krylov famously said, "Reality is on this shore, ideal is on the other shore, and there is a rushing river in the middle. Action is a bridge across Sichuan. " Realizing the dream of youth requires action, but action is also based on the premise of being the master of your own youth dream. In life, we need to be the masters of our youthful dreams. Everyone is a sailboat sailing on the sea, and our youth dream is our sailing destination. In the stormy waves, some people can't stand the impact, lose their way, forget their destination, and finally sink in confusion, while those who are masters of their youth dreams always strive for their destination and finally reach the other shore, creating a brilliant life.
The owner of his own youthful dream is the beautiful arc of a meteor crossing the night sky, the owner of his own youthful dream is a gorgeous rainbow that has been baptized by wind and rain, the owner of his own youthful dream is the owner of a stream running into the sea day and night, the owner of his own youthful dream is the owner of his own youthful dream. It is a spring and summer when red fruits are brewing mellow.
I would like to be a meteor, the master of my youth dream, light up the starry sky of life and draw a magnificent arc with persistence.
Give you another poem:
Youth also has wings,
People have some life stories when they go to college.
My spiritual garden has begun the flowering season.
Into a clear spring in the desert,
The miracle of saving a thirsty life.
Into a clover in the garden,
Round your dreams.
How much I want to sail a boat,
Put on your hat,
Fishing in the river,
Enjoy a peaceful and picturesque fairyland.
I'd rather take a travel bag,
Wandering in the mountains, rivers and forests of the motherland,
Be close to nature with your heart,
Listen to the sounds from the depths of nature.
Ancient temples hidden in the mountains,
Dreaming of the clear and distant bell,
It's like holding the whole mountain in your heart.
Our city has too much luxury and impetuousness.
I want to use a pair of cloth shoes.
Get to know each other with a knife as a crutch,
Climb Mount Tai bravely, and all the other mountains look small under the sky. ..
Maybe now I just want to be a bird,
Fly out of the cage of concrete and steel.
We long for the baptism of nature,
Our eyes yearn for the colors of nature.
Everything is growing freely and happily,
Our youth is in the wild flowers,
In the grass,
In the sky,
Dahai Li ......
No color can blur my vision.
Because I love everything about nature.
Become a butterfly,
Dancing in the free sky,
Decorate pink petals with sunlight,
Running water reflects green willows.
My dream when I was young was now,
But tens of thousands of years later.
Because all we can do is join hands,
Strive for tomorrow.
Passionate youth, colorful youth,
Only young people who never give up can blow the horn.
I like Tagore's sentence "There is no trace of me in the sky, but I have flown".
My dream when I was young was not great,
Maybe it's a drop of dew on the green grass on the river bank.
If the heart can fly,
Then why not?
Everything in the youth album is pictures and words.
Bitterness is gray,
Sweetness is green,
Passion is red.
If traveling around the world is interesting,
Then we should take a travel bag,
Travel around the world,
Face everything calmly with the attitude of harmony between man and nature,
What you get, what you lose,
Nothing at all.
Come here with nothing,
You should leave with nothing.
But, in a word,
We always need to struggle,
Whatever happens in the end.
Even if you can't conquer the sea, you must fight a wave of battles;
Even if you can't conquer the mountain, you should try to climb it.
As the charming song says,
My future is not a dream,
In fact, dream or not,
We must use our eyes to see the bright continent in the distance.
Sailing and blowing horns,
Let the waves of youth stay in the ocean of history!
Having youth is our greatest wealth,
We can rejoice in the sea of knowledge.
In the hard struggle, we can overcome the frost and snow.
We have plenty of sunshine savings,
A large fortune,
Our youth dream is the key to the vault door.
Believe in dreams,
Believe in youth,
Believe that our future is not a dream,
Come on!
Everyone came together,
Do not play games,
But on our young track.