Ideal is a wonderful flower blooming in the long river of history.
Moonlight gown, standing on Qingyun, laughing at the sky and going out, are we Artemisia people? Ideal is his ambition, and ideal is his unruly. I still remember the man who was still full of ambition after getting the money. He said, "Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take a fishing boat." . Li Taibai, his ideal, how heroic; Bamboo stick shoes, misty rain, life, ideal is the halberd in the hand, ideal is the bow in the hand. I still remember that the man who went to Langtaosha in Dajiangdong said that Sirius would shoot in the northwest when the bow carved the full moon. Su Dongpo, his ideal, how heroic; I have been drinking at dusk. My ideal is the sickle on his back, and my ideal is the chrysanthemum beside his South Mountain. A drinking poem awakened many people's dreams. Tao Qian, his ideal, is so cold.
Ideal is a pool of lotus reflected in the literary pool.
Xu Zhimo bid farewell to Cambridge just to pour out his heart to Byron Lake. That persistence is his ideal; Sanmao wanders in a foreign land, one person, one car, one pen, and one person travels all over the world. That charm is her ideal; The reflection of Jing M.Guo's left hand and the youth of his right hand depict painful but beautiful youth. Persistence is his ideal. Ideal is a dream that we never forget, and it is a dream that every teenager never forgets. I fell for it, cried for it and was fascinated by it. Because of it, the color of our life began to become bright, and the meaning of our life began to become complete.
Ideal is a rainbow hidden after the storm.
My ideal is to write my story in simple and clear words; My ideal is to go to the far west and smile silently at the children on the Loess Plateau. My ideal is to overcome a storm and look back on the road without regrets. When I was at a loss, it showed me the maze; When I was most helpless, it accompanied me a little bit strong. Even if there will be disappointment, even if there will be regret, even if there will be a brush with the ideal, don't give up and don't lose heart. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. We just need to be honest with ourselves and the young man with a dream, that's enough.
Just like Van Gogh's Sunflower, our life is full of enthusiasm.
Ideal is a pen, the finishing touch and the icing on the cake. The youth it wrote and the life it wrote all became immortal eternity.
The road ahead is no longer rugged, and dreams are no longer out of reach. Because there is an ideal, like sunshine, it turns decay into magic for me.
Ideal ",an ordinary word, has an incomprehensible meaning.