Life in the second day of junior high school is wonderful because of dreams. 5
When I was a child, there must be many and varied dreams in everyone's head. When a teacher holds a pointer, he becomes a bird soaring in the air, incarnating a dancing butterfly ... colorful dreams are strange and bizarre. The following is an example of a wonderful composition of my life in the second day of junior high school for everyone. I hope you like it.
Life in Grade Two is wonderful because of dreams. 1
"A person has at least one dream, and there is a reason to be tenacious. If people don't have a place to live, they are all drifting everywhere. " I can dream that after every setback, I gradually lose my heart and lose all my bearings.
I envy Li Bai, a poet, who has the courage to face difficulties and "ride the waves sometimes, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea"; I envy Wang Anshi, who has the mind of "not being happy with things, not being sad for himself".
It's not so much to envy as to walk forward all the time, face the pain and hand over all the dreams in your eyes. If you want to fly, you can fly seriously. Who hasn't gone through the embarrassment? I think I can ignore the ashes of chilling and embrace the beauty of regret. In some cases, I am very diligent, but I can't get the benefits. I firmly believe that everyone has experienced this kind of helplessness before, like a deflated ball, and can't move from now on.
"Don't stop, or the world will forget you." Now many customers who have had experience in processing plants must know about raw materials. No matter when they want to give up, it is so inspiring to read. Yes, "a plain life, a hero's dream, being a turtle who climbs diligently or a stupid bird who flies persistently, one day, you can stand in the most beautiful area and live what you expect." We must firmly believe that there is no tomorrow beyond our reach.
Text, for me, gradually gives me warmth, inspires me to move forward and pushes me to pursue my dreams only when I am lonely and weak.
But gradually, I found that the protagonists created by the text are all areas that are worthy of reference, which makes the book have endless elegance.
The clown duck, whose daily life is in the miserable social development, is run by everyone. Even then, it can't wear away the glory that originally belonged to gold. It is simple and ordinary, but it has dreams. Yugong and Jingwei fill the sea, that persistence, perseverance and hard work to achieve the goal; Paul's perseverance; Keshan Keller's cheerful and resolute ...
Although they all have different temperaments, the only constant is that everyone is full of dreams.
Gather all the characters I still know in the book, build a bookstore in my heart, and support the dream of heroes. Life is like a dream, and the years are in a hurry. Everyone is writing a book and learning this book. That is the way of life. As a performance stage in the world, people spend their whole lives interpreting this stage play.
I hope everyone has their own extraordinary dreams, and after unremitting struggle, they can all dream and get what they want; I hope you can build your own bookstore in your heart, like me, waiting for your development and your dream pursuit! Life in the second day of junior high school is wonderful because of dreams. 2
One world, one dream, everyone has a dream, which is what everyone yearns for. The life of a person without a dream will be empty. Life without a dream is like a plane losing its beacon and a ship losing its lighthouse, which will eventually be eliminated by society. But dreams always change with the progress of thoughts. Mediocrity is the work of mediocrity, and striving for strength is the move of the wise. My dream is to be a singer.
at first, I thought I was very talented, and it was easy to be a singer, so I always exaggerated. But later, when I saw those singers under the stage, I didn't know how much hard sweat they had paid to achieve today's achievements. I flinched at the sight of difficulties. Every time, I clearly have the opportunity to perform, but I dare not go forward and fight for it. I am afraid that I can't sing well, and my classmates laugh at me; I was afraid that I would forget my words after I came to power, and I was faced with embarrassment and silence. Sometimes I really want to give up. But once, it changed me once.
In a corner, a gentle and euphemistic song is just sad. There is a girl singing. She said that she likes singing very much, and she hopes to bring joy to everyone with singing. "Joy? ！” I was surprised and surprised. I never thought what singing would bring to everyone. This girl shocked me. She said that she couldn't sing well and could not bring joy to everyone. She wanted to find someone to take her place, but no one wanted to pay attention to her, so she could only sing silently by herself. I don't know how I got here or how to answer her. "I'll help you!" These seemingly ordinary words suddenly came out of my mouth. What's going on? So I had a dream. "joy" Since then, I have been thinking about this word. "Joy" can really be expressed by singing? Why did I always think that singing can bring wealth before, but I never thought about what I would bring to everyone? Bring "joy"? My heart began to shake. It is this "joy" that keeps me from giving up.
My dream grew with me, and my dream took root in my heart. My dream, I'm moving towards you. One day, you will no longer be a dream, but a reality. "My future is not a dream, I live every minute seriously; My future is not a dream. My heart is moving with hope ... " I remember in my ear again ... the wonderful composition of the second year of junior high school life because of my dreams. 3
My name is Ning Hao. I am 12 years old. My parents divorced when I was 2 years old. I followed my grandmother and heard that my father went to work outside when I was 3 years old. I didn't understand the words "working outside" before, but now I am growing up. I also know what it is like to work outside. Whenever my father goes home for the New Year, I will ask him about it.
it was Saturday when dad left. Dad packed up early, and the whole family was in tears, and they didn't know what to say to each other. Dad stroked my head and told me, "Hao Er, you must study hard." Then he packed his bags and left in a hurry. Seeing his distant back, I am at a loss!
Since then, I miss my father. Looking at the empty seat where my father likes to sit at dinner, my thoughts have been drawn for a long time. Listen to dad; He works in a construction site, leaving work very early every day and finishing work very late in the evening, that is, "work at sunrise and rest at sunset". Dad also said that once he was accidentally stabbed in the leg by a steel bar, and his workmates sent him to the hospital. Dad wanted to go home very much, but in order to let my grandmother and I live a happy life, Dad still held on strongly. Thinking of this, at this time, I miss my father far away from home.
The winter vacation is coming soon, which means the new year is coming. In the remote small village where I live, there is a custom that every household should cook a kind of food during the Spring Festival. The name of the food is "Melaleuca Cake". This kind of food practice is very complicated. I heard from my grandmother that the rice was soaked in water for half a month, then dried in the sun, finally ground into rice slurry, and then cooked in a pot with special tools. The number of layers was chosen by myself. My grandmother likes to make six layers. I was curious to ask her why she made six layers. My grandmother said that the number "6" means smooth, and I wish my father all the best when he works outside. After I understand my grandmother's intention, I prefer her to make "Melaleuca Cake", because it means that my father is going home, so this kind of "Melaleuca Cake" is the flavor of my hometown, my happiness and reunion. I silently said in my heart, "Melaleuca Cake, Melaleuca Cake, Dad goes back."
In my heart, I want to study hard. When I grow up, I will have the ambition to build my hometown well. I don't have to work outside, so I can earn money and live a happy life in my hometown. I want my parents who work outside the home to return to their hometown as soon as possible and reunite with the mountains, waters and people they are familiar with. At that time, the annual flavor of hometown will be the most beautiful. Life in the second day of junior high school is wonderful because of dreams. 4
I have a beautiful dream-to explore the mysteries of the Antarctic, because I read a book called Antarctic Adventure. From then on, I have a dream of going to the Antarctic.
This book is rich in interesting scientific knowledge and humorous cartoons. It mainly tells the story of Mao Mao, Mimi, her father and aunt (Mimi's mother) exploring the Antarctic together, and exploring some magical natural phenomena in Antarctica. I didn't expect to encounter strong snowstorms and other difficulties on the way. With their tenacious perseverance and rich survival skills, they finally turned the corner. I was deeply attracted by this book, which used vivid and interesting language to describe several beautiful scenes encountered in the Antarctic and some interesting little knowledge about the Antarctic, such as lovely penguins, magical aurora, the formation of Antarctic ice, whale species and so on. It opened the door to the Antarctic world for me and led me into the wonderful and magical Antarctic world. I didn't know about the Antarctic before, and I always felt that it was very far away from our lives. This book narrowed the distance between me and the Antarctic and gave me a deep understanding of the Antarctic.
These four protagonists took me to visit the frozen Antarctic, and I was there, as if I were in this wonderful world. My favorite is the aurora in Antarctica. There are many forms of aurora, such as flaming beams, green curtains or yellow strips of cloth. These peculiar forms of aurora make me admire the wonders of nature. So, how is the aurora formed? The sun sometimes emits a lot of electrons or protons, which is called "solar wind". After those solar winds are blocked by the earth's magnetic field, they will collide with various gases in the atmosphere to produce wide water, and that light beam is "aurora". Then why are the colors of the aurora different? Aurora will change the wavelength because of the different air composition, so it will produce different colors of aurora. The beauty of the Antarctic can be more than this. It has many interesting natural phenomena, which are desirable.
After reading the book Adventure in Antarctica, I have a new dream-to explore the Antarctic, to explore the mysterious and wonderful Antarctic, to see the beautiful aurora, to see the lovely penguins ... I love the Antarctic! Life in the second day of junior high school is wonderful because of dreams. 5
Everyone has a dream. Some people dream of being a doctor, a policeman, a reporter and an actor ... Then my dream is to be a teacher. The word teacher is familiar to everyone. Some people will say that what is good about teachers is that they eat chalk dust every day. No! If you think so, you are wrong. What a sacred profession a teacher is! He is the engineer of our human soul.
Some people say that "a father loves mountains and a mother loves water", which means that mountains and rivers continue life. But that life is fragile and pale. Is what gives strength to life? That is what gives color to life? Is love, is the teacher's pure love. The teacher's love is as beautiful as water, giving us wisdom; The teacher's love is as magnificent as a mountain, and then it gives us a sense of security.
Teachers are the stepping stone to our wisdom. The teacher is the golden key to open the door to happiness; The teacher is our guide in the voyage of life; The teacher is the conductor who plays the music of life.
In a spacious classroom, an old man of medium height with white hair turned his back on his classmates. Chalk words were laboriously written on the blackboard. Sweat had soaked the clothes on his back, and my eyes were hazy. Then my thoughts involuntarily deserted. Many years later, a female college student who graduated from Normal University, led by her teacher, stepped onto the sacred platform in this classroom. Use the knowledge I have learned to water and fertilize the future flowers of these motherland. Suddenly, the teacher called this classmate to answer questions, and my deskmate broke into me, and I just came to my senses. Being a teacher is just my dream, and I have to study hard to realize this dream. From now on, cheer for my dream!
Even if life tears our dreams to pieces, we still have the courage to stick to them. Even if this day banishes us, we still have the strength to find our way. Don't be discouraged, don't abandon, don't let go, and one day glory will rise
to attack the goal of teachers!