When I wrote these six words, I suddenly felt a great emotion. The human changes I have experienced in the past 18 years, ups and downs, ups and downs, and worldly wisdom, have all become the relief and transcendence of these six words.
In those years, I had mixed feelings.
But no matter how lonely, there are always some figures that will never be forgotten, and there are always some feelings that are still mellow.
Yes, I'm eighteen. Wave to me who still likes the naive fantasy of the past. Goodbye. Hold fast to your dreams and go to the third floor of high school where countless generations of students sweat profusely.
I know there is a university waiting for me, and this dream has always been in my heart. In the past two years, I am realizing it step by step. With infinite gratitude, I will tell you a story that belongs to our generation and delay the growth of two people.
Admission, search and my dream
The time with mottled shadows is our youth when we first entered school. In my memory, blue sleeves are the color that only belongs to our generation. On campus, there are more seniors with black sleeves and seniors with white sleeves, working hard for the college entrance examination. This is a sacred place in my heart. Looking at the classmates around me, they are all proud children, but I am hiding in the corner like an ugly duckling, just because I am a little timid.
Until one day, I met a club called Xinhe.
I will never forget wandering around the new desk, grateful for the courage at that moment and the enthusiasm of the seniors who took office at that time. They let me enter such a magical place, where I found confidence, friendship and, more importantly, their meticulous care for us.
Whenever I think about it and mention the pen, I always feel that my feelings are so thick, and it seems that every word is condensed with painstaking efforts. It is those warm and unforgettable memories that pour out.
Later, we assumed the responsibility of inheriting the new lotus. I recall the time when I started a new Dutch society with my comrades from scratch, and I have mixed feelings. Maybe only we know the taste. But thank god, we succeeded. We created our own moderns. We are delighted and happy to see the children find their dreams, warmth and happiness in the club. That kind of warmth and respect for words will always be the bond that maintains our new Dutch spirit. Dear children, thank you. I love you.
It is here that I found my dream: like the legendary presidents of past dynasties, together with my partners, I will give you a home called Xinhe. Sow the seeds of encouragement and hope, and be a person who shares love and happiness. After creating everything, I entered my favorite university and swam in the vast sky like a dragon.
Grow up, be grateful, and delay the second dream.
When I was selected to participate in the exchange of science camp, I realized that the world was really too big. In Jilin University, all Yaner students know the weight that Yanbian No.2 Middle School represents in our hearts. Only when all our Yan Er desperately displayed their elegant demeanor in front of senior high school students in Jilin Province, did we deeply realize the significance of our alma mater in our hearts. Because at that time, we all had the same identity-Yan Er. We don't allow it to be inferior to other schools, not at all.
What is more interesting is the exchange with Academician Zou Rong in Jida. The old man told Einstein's story, and I was very moved. Because only he added his own thoughts on learning in his speech, instead of talking endlessly about his profound specialty like other speakers. Finally, I asked the old man a question about the humanistic quality of scientists. I was very excited to ask the 70-year-old man and sang a song for us on the spot to show my profound humanistic quality as a science student.
It is here that I set my own dream, that is, to spread the breath of human nature on every inch of land where I stand, and let me become the spokesman of human nature from now on.
High school life is really colorful. We are also slowly moving from youth to maturity. I remember when Class 0/2, Grade 3/KLOC gave a report, I said: Vision determines the future. Because you have a vision, you have a dream. Then your world is very different from others.
Just like when I was in a meeting of the State Poetry Association, President Guanglu held my hand tightly and said that the future is in our hands. I will also pass this sentence on to you, hoping that in this era, we will lead together.
The road of life is still very long, remember, always be a dream catcher on the journey of life, don't hesitate, don't fall down, let the seeds of dreams sprout brilliant buds because of persistence!
Yes, a loyal wife.
What makes me sincerely grateful is the teachers who accompanied me to grow up in Yaner and cared about me like their elders. They have different temperament-they are calm and reserved, they are full of energy, they are gentle and reserved, they are cautious and conscientious. But I can see their sincere love for their children from every movement and every look. Their dream is to help more children realize their dreams. What is this? This is the spiritual blood of a school, and my lovely teachers are the real backbone of Yanbian No.2 Middle School!
Yan 'er Dream is such a dream passed down in the hearts of several generations of teachers. When I stood on the platform of the 60th anniversary celebration and looked at the retired teachers who were white-haired but still trembling and insisted on attending the celebration, my eyes were moist.
As if a ray of light flashed through my eyes. Maybe that's the soul of several generations of teachers. It is a love for life and a pure love for children.
Yunshan is grey, the rivers and seas are boundless, the gentleman's wind is long, and the mountains are high.
I'm not bragging, just because I know there are too many stories behind the teachers. My heart is both respectful and distressed to the teacher.
Be a man, you should know how to be grateful. Without the teacher's instruction, there would be no hope that I dreamed of today.
My dear teacher, today, I am about to become an adult. I say in my most sincere voice, I love you, teacher! Like you, I want to be a teacher of humanities, which is my dream to fight for it all my life after I am admitted to the university!
Future, vision, Chinese dream.
Now, I have grown up, washed away all the glitz, and prepared to spend my ordinary and simple senior three quietly. I have a dream, I am fearless. Because I know that I have grown up, many people are behind me, and I will never fall down.
Our generation has all kinds of dreams. When they converge, the long river of dreams rushes out.
We turned into one of the waves and resolutely rushed to the distant place where dreams came true and merged into the ocean of success.
Isn't the Chinese dream a flowing river? If we say that every ordinary dream catcher like us can make his dream come true, it is a wave in the river that quietly enters the sea. When every spray enters the ocean, then we
Our Chinese dream, in that future, that longing moment, swims in the ocean of success, showing its most touching style.
Replicated. . . . .