Once, I had a beautiful expectation, which was an unattainable dream. On the way of chasing, more and more obstacles forced me to slow down the pace of chasing. Over time, I gave up.
Occasionally I read an article about dreams and asked myself, where is my dream? The answer to this question is found in the depths of a memory. The box of time releases the long-forgotten flute. I abandoned it somewhere long ago, and no one noticed it anymore. I found it, silently watching, whining and protesting. I once wanted to be a professional performer, but I don't know when this dream left me.
I picked up the heavy flute body, and my voice was broken and trembling, much like that shaky dream. I've given up for too long. It's time to start over. I made up my mind to blow out the original sound quality and timbre anyway, and set sail for my dream again.
Because of it, the time to do homework every day needs to be reduced, so we should increase the frequency of doing homework so that we can have time to practice.
One night, after I finished my homework, I found it was very late. It's time for bed. I struggled to sleep or practice my flute. I looked at the flute box, and I could feel it calling me. Yes, I will stick to that dream. I tried to resist sleepiness and prepare to practice flute.
Over time, my father, who has always been silent, also smiled and praised "progress!" . The joy in my heart is like a bubble boiling and jumping in coke, and it is called out excitedly. I think it's all because of my dream that I'm happy now.
Dreams made me realize that I should work hard, never give up and never be knocked down. Dreams give me motivation and hope to move forward. I think, one day, I will finish my dream, even if I can't, it doesn't matter, because I have a dream in my heart and I'm not afraid of failure.
It's good to have a dream!