My ideal
Ideal is a stone, knocking out a spark; Ideal is a fire, lighting an extinguished lamp; Ideal is a lamp, lighting up the road at night; Ideal is a road, Leading you to dawn... Reading Liushahe's "Ideal", such a scene appeared in front of my eyes: I used the pen in my hand to describe the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland, recording what happened in my life; I used my eyes to observe the world , use your brain to imagine. Yes, my ideal is to be a writer.
Leo Tolstoy once said, "Ideals are guiding lights. Without ideals, there is no firm direction." In the past, I was at a loss about my ideals and had no idea how to learn this. If you don’t concentrate on what you are studying, you will always be absent-minded. Now that I have set my ideal, I will work hard towards my goal. This ideal was determined in an incident.
After an exam, when I saw that the composition skills of my classmates were improving by leaps and bounds, but I was still standing still, I secretly made up my mind to set an ideal and work hard towards my own ideal. After many choices, I decided on my ideal - to be a writer. From then on, I started to read hard. Every time I saw a beautiful article and a lifelike character, I secretly hoped to write a better article than him! In this way, I slowly fell in love with reading. Every time I see a good book, I always try my best to borrow it and read it. As soon as I get them, I start reading them like crazy. Once, I hid in the study room, swimming in the ocean of knowledge, flying in the sky of knowledge. At this time, my mother's urging voice came from outside the study: "Come and eat, the food is ready." I responded like this, but I still didn't move. The chair seemed to attract my butt like a magnet, and I continued to read my book. After a long time, there was another hurried shouting: "Did you hear it? Come and eat quickly, the food is cold." I still replied: "OK; right away, right away." At this time, my mother couldn't bear it anymore. I rushed in and said angrily: "You will say right away, now go to me to eat as quickly as possible." I was still staring at the book intently. At this time, my mother saw me and took the book away from my hand. Only then was I brought back to reality from the book, and I asked doubtfully: "What are you doing? I was reading with great interest, and you suddenly took away my book. What are you doing?" After hearing this, my mother yelled: "What are you still doing? It’s time to eat.” I suddenly realized after hearing this, and then I begged: “Watch it for a while, then go to eat, okay?” My mother replied coldly: “No, let’s go and eat.” I listened. After finishing it, she begged with sweet words: "Good mother, let me read for a little longer, just a little while." My mother still disagreed and forced me to pull me to the dining table. I glanced at the book and followed it reluctantly. Mom walked to the table. This is how I became obsessed with books. But the only shortcoming now is that every time after reading a good book, I don't know how to excerpt the good words and sentences, and I don't know how to re-read it and review it to deeply engraved it in my mind. I must correct this problem. , I also want to write more diaries, practice writing more, observe things around me carefully, and extract more beautiful sentences. If I really become a writer, I will use the pen in my hand to write about the beautiful scenery of the motherland and write gripping stories. stories and write beautiful poems.
To realize your ideal requires hard work and sweat. I firmly believe in the saying "Where there is a will, there is a way." Moreover, in the process of working hard to realize this ideal, I will gain a lot. inspiration and truth. I want to light up the path of my life with the spark of my ideal.