Many nights, I sang softly to the sunset; There have been countless dawns. Facing the morning glow, I talked about my yearning. I don't want to follow the path of my grandparents' life, but I hope to have my own life interest and lifestyle.
One day, I heard a song-"I know, my future is not a dream, I will cherish every minute …" This song is like a handful of hay, which ignited the spirit of making progress in my heart. The poet Shelley put it well: the past belongs to death, and the future belongs to oneself. Yes, my future is not a dream, but my own, created by my hands.
I am full of strength. I dream of becoming a great doctor, and I will save more patients with my hands. It is my duty to heal the wounded and rescue the dying, and let the shadow of the blind out of the dark regain its light; Let people who are paralyzed by illness stand up again ... I will try my best to make those who are disappointed by illness full of hope, and I will be a conscientious and good doctor. ...
I believe my future is not a dream, and I will cherish every minute to create a better tomorrow.