Ideal is the life goal that everyone strives to achieve. As the saying goes, "A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier." And I am also running on the road of ideal, and there is not only one road to the end. There is no avenue to take the path, and all the way is bumpy and bumpy, looking for success. My ideal is to be a singer.

In the third grade, my cousin came to my house and sat on the sofa listening to music. After listening to some vaguely, I leaned over to my sister hungrily, gently closed my eyes, put thick eyelashes on my cheeks, relaxed my mood, rested my back on the chair and enjoyed the beautiful melody in my ear. Seeing that I was fascinated, my sister carefully reached out and took off one earphone, and put it in my ear gently, so as not to disturb me who was intoxicated in the singing. I feel all this quietly: gentle voice like nature, like a soft white feather, gently soothing my heart. The lyrics are all composed of one word and one sentence, and the different tones on the spectrum are as beautiful as the ancient poems in the book. Singing from the singer's mouth is so different: they have different voices, they have different words, they have different tones, they have different feelings, and they use their own feelings to interpret songs, so that listening can produce * * * sounds, being there and feeling the same.

I gradually listened to dozens of songs. My fingertips kept beating and I kept walking on the table. My voice was crisp and powerful, and I nodded with satisfaction while playing. As long as you hear it, you can't help singing along, imitating the original sound, singing and singing. Remember to hum a few words, but don't remember to look and listen again. I think this is the power of dreams, the desire from the bottom of my heart, and the determination not to give up halfway.

I wish I could sing a good song! How I wish to be a singer! How I wish the whole world could hear my voice! How I wish to vent my emotions, relax myself, stop being depressed, unload my burden, enjoy the present beauty and make up for the lost beauty. Let my song fly in my ear, flying over the white clouds!

Ideal is my goal; Ideal is my soul; Ideal is my determination to struggle. I want to fight for being a singer, work hard for an unrealistic daydream, and persist. Even if it is a dream, I don't want to wake up. I believe that where there is a will, there is a way. As long as you work hard, your ideal will become a reality. I am running and struggling under the blue sky. I believe this is the ideal power.