1 Campus can be said to be our most familiar place, where we study, live and play with our friends. ...
Look! The willow trees on campus, with long hair fluttering and dancing in the breeze, all tell its joy: in spring, the small buds that have just emerged are welcoming the return of students, announcing its efforts and will eventually become green silk tapestries; In summer, the long green hairs of willows bring us shade and are not afraid of heat; In autumn, long hair has changed, no longer smooth and supple, but still tall and straight; In winter, it is more and more tall and straight, as if fighting the cold wind to the end. I still remember the young trees we planted together-around Tomb-Sweeping Day, the headmaster brought some saplings, and we started a seedling competition. We finally finished planting, and I don't know who said that "children grow easily when they step on the soil", that is, if they step on it alone, I have a feeling that the roots of small trees will be trampled to death. That night, several of our students took buckets to water the young trees and poured a pit of water to let them have a good time. Now, they are thriving.
In fact, there are many activities in the school: during the tug-of-war competition, our class specially selected students with large tonnage and strong hands to participate in the competition. During the game, I looked at those hands very nervously and kept pulling the rope, which was a trend of "one person guarding, ten thousand people can't force". Not to be outdone, the cheering students shouted for their lives, jumped up to celebrate when they saw the win, and rushed to the game to comfort the students when they saw the loss. With our efforts, our class won the first place in the whole school. There are also formation and queue competitions. We all sacrificed our lunch break to practice formation. On the day of the game, my palms were sweating and I almost forgot my words. The shouts of the students were deafening, and the momentum went down the mountain like a tiger. The final result of the competition is not important. The students all enjoy the process and focus on participation.
Sometimes, my brain just doesn't understand. In the first grade, a question was told by the teacher four or five times, but I still couldn't understand it. My lovely little deskmate took on such a big task and patiently and meticulously explained it to me. She took her time, asked questions and focused on what I didn't understand. At this moment, I suddenly realized and thought about it. My lovely deskmate almost hugged me. But ah, sometimes I'm a little silly.
Our campus, where we study and live, is not only a place, but also carries love. Our joys and sorrows flow in this campus every day. This is not only a place to learn, but also our partner to accompany us to grow up.
I love campus.
Two days passed by, and the trees were ushered in and sent to the four seasons in glory and glory.
Ordinary years are too hasty, and the feelings of books are the green mountains and green waters in my heart after all. I have been looking forward to becoming a great writer with wonderful pen and flowers since I was a child, because I think writers' pens are all fragrant wine. As a result, the calligraphy room at home is full. Whenever I have free time, I lean on the sofa, take a book and eat slowly. When I've seen enough, I'll copy a few words, so I'll keep them slowly. ...
However, the road to writing is not so smooth and requires a lot of efforts. Without hard work, there is no joy of success. Even if there are great difficulties, we should be fearless, because we are still young, and youth is our capital. We are in the midsummer of life, so we should work hard when we are young.
I took the book all the way forward and climbed up. Until the sixth grade, I participated in an essay contest about "Experiencing Science" and won the first prize. This is what I have accumulated in recent years, and I am full of strength. But who knows how much sweat and tears there are behind success?
Bitter! There are only frogs in the silent night, and the noisy cries make me unable to sleep peacefully. There is a chandelier hanging in the huge room. I was wide awake, so I turned on the light and sat at my desk again. Taking out the manuscript paper, I put aside the confusion, wrote it down, and poured my feelings into this thick paper. I can't help but feel a little nervous at the thought of tomorrow's game. Every change I made in Dai Yue was only for my eternal ideal. The dim light shines on my sleepy face, but my tired eyes are still obsessed with writing. The window was already silent. There are no pedestrians in the street. Only the cars on the road drive very slowly. Tiredness completely disappeared, staring at the manuscript paper in front of me, I was pregnant. Without eternal night, there is always hope in the sunshine.
That's great. I climbed up step by step on the annual ring of time, breaking through the night and watching the stars. Finally, I waited for the day of success. The blazing light illuminates my shoulders, and my blazing heart surges in my chest. The rhythm of breathing follows my footsteps and I never panic. Walking on the road of chasing dreams, no longer afraid of the desolation of the night, spread the wings of dreams and fly upwards. At that moment, the flower of success was in full bloom, and my heart became clear in an instant-only when I was tired can I have leisure; Only when you are bitter will you know the sweetness.
Looking up, I accidentally see the bright sunshine in autumn, and my smile will bloom like summer flowers. I saw the sunshine pouring down the happiness of the world, and they were trying to reach the farthest place through the leaves. We still have a lot to go, and there are still many footprints of youth to meet in this autumn. Autumn should not be the end, but it still has passion and strength.
Go all the way with your dreams, the sunshine is so good, why bother yourself.
The light shines on the mirror, and the mirror accumulates refraction on me. I am weaving an uncertain dream in this small world woven by light beams.
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When you are afraid of the heat in summer and hide in an air-conditioned room, when you enjoy cool food in hot summer, have you ever thought about the chefs who provide you with these foods, how they work in an environment of more than 50 degrees Celsius, and they are experiencing unbearable heat? They didn't complain. They are working carefully. The wok churned in the Fei Huo, and the delicacy was formed in the shadow of the knife.
I have a dream since I was a child, and that is to be a chef.
Chef is a happy career. Whenever customers come, they can't help but pick up familiar knives, shovels and spoons ... using ginger, wine, salt and other materials, combining slow fire with fierce fire. In a short time, a series of delicious dishes with good color and fragrance were born from our hands and served to our guests steaming. It's certainly pleasant to watch customers taste our works. Can't you feel that I have a sense of satisfaction, success and incomparable joy?
I want to be a chef because of one thing.
It happened when I was in primary school. On Saturday, my parents were not at home. I was the only one who had to cook by myself, but it was terrible. I had an unforgettable Saturday. In order to avoid this kind of thing happening again in the future, I decided to learn to cook. It doesn't matter whether you learn or not. I seem to be poisoned. I fell in love with cooking and decided to be a chef in the future?
The sea washed away my blue dream like a dream.
The wind opens my beautiful myth like gas.
In my dream, I have a small and lonely blue crystal, which is simple and not so dazzling, but I have my heart.
I want to have a pure heart without any flaws. I want to use this heart to influence bad children and make up for their shortcomings.
Adults always think that bad children are bad, but I don't think their hearts are actually very simple, they just need a small request. They are gentler than anyone else. They are not good at expressing themselves in words. They use the worst method, just like water wrapped in eggshells. It feels hard, but once it is broken, it is very fragile inside. They need some love, just like a newborn baby needs everyone's caress, because they must learn to love. Facing a strange road, it is not a long way to reach your destination, but it takes a lot of courage to walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and then it is your turn to love the shortcomings of others.
Love, you will sprout in their kind seeds. The evening breeze brushed my cheek, and the butterflies all over the mountain lit the incompleteness of nature and secretly planted them in my heart. I want to have such a heart to warm their broken fragments and give me the most "hurtful" smile. That's how happiness spreads. Cut love in half, you cut it in half, I cut it in half, and make up for the regret. We must learn to love!
I hope this cycle will continue for a long time. This will be the best memory. In a smiling world, a world full of love, I planted many beautiful memories, which rippled in my heart. I hope to have such a blue dream, tell the stars and pray silently. ...
Now, I am fulfilling my promise and gradually improving it. ...
As long as you are a swan egg, it doesn't matter if you were born in a duck farm. This is a famous sentence written by Danish writer Andersen in The Ugly Duckling. Yes, as long as you have a dream, pursue your dream and work hard for your goal, you will certainly succeed.
"Not snow, but fragrance" is plum blossom's dream in the cold winter. Under the beating of the strong wind, under the bullying of Leng Xue, she still stands proudly, and generate is a little pink and tender in the snow, emitting a faint fragrance. When the grass hides behind the soil, when all the trees put away their leaves, when all the flowers bend over, only plum blossoms are not afraid of oppression. Because she knows that "plum blossoms come from bitter cold", how noble plum blossoms standing in the snow are. It is a dream to let plum blossom "cold ling blossom alone" in the cold winter.
"Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more" is the dream of bleak autumn maple leaves. The autumn wind faded the luster of the maple leaf, and the autumn rain washed away the green of the maple leaf. When he faced his dying life, he didn't cry or worry. He is as cool as a cucumber. He enjoyed dancing in the autumn wind and washing soil in the autumn rain. He thinks that this is a gift from heaven, an encouragement before he completes his mission, so that he can face it bravely and bring poetry to autumn. It is a dream that makes the bleak autumn maple leaves indifferent and happy.
"The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun with different colors" is the dream of lotus root in hot summer. In the messy mud, she was tightly wrapped in weeds, so weak, how can she move? She can only wait quietly and let the patience of killing weeds last a little longer. Finally, this day has come. She rushed out of the weeds, grew out of the mud, and bloomed her own brilliance. How beautiful she is. Say Zhou. It is a dream that makes the lotus fragrance clear in the hot summer.
We can't understand the beauty of dreams, nor can we guess the greatness of dreams. As long as there is a dream, life will bloom in spring.
Kongming lanterns are also called wishing lanterns. As the name implies, it is a lamp that releases dreams, worries and hopes. A small candle, a short wire and a piece of tissue paper make up a lamp and let your dreams fly. This lantern carries everyone's dream. Light this lantern and light up everyone's heart. Let go of your hand and watch this lantern rise slowly and fly to the sky of your dreams forever. Kongming Lantern is not as beautiful as neon lights, as bright as desk lamps and as energy-saving lamps. However, it has a feature that all lights are missing-that is, it can entrust our dreams. Although it was only a flash in the pan, it left an eternal memory in people's hearts. I have a lantern in my hand. It looks big and bright in front of me. I wrote my childhood dream on it. In this way, my dream drifted into the distance and became the brightest light in the sky that day. I remember when I was a child, I looked at that red and bright thing in the sky and asked my mother. "Mom, what are those things flying in the sky?" Mom said,
"This is a light to fly our dreams. It makes our little dreams drift away and brings us hope. "
I just looked at the sky and thought, if only I could write my little dream on that Kongming lantern and put it on myself!
Kongming Lantern, like our family, encourages us to move forward towards our dreams. In the dark, it illuminates the sky and makes it bright, just like finding a ray of sunshine in the dark and illuminating us.
Everyone has a dream in his heart, which may be great or ordinary. Everyone is working hard for their dreams. My dream is not so lofty, but it is not easy to realize-I want to be a Chinese teacher who imparts knowledge.
As a freshman, I was young and ignorant, and stepped into a new starting point of my life-primary school. At that time, the teacher was lecturing on the podium, and I felt so proud. So, I made up my mind at that time: I want to be a Chinese teacher when I grow up! I naively think that being a teacher is easy. As long as you say a few words in class and change your homework, you will become a teacher.
Since childhood, I have become good friends with my head teacher, Mr. Guo. She told me that it is not so easy to be a Chinese teacher, and that you can be one if you want. First of all, if you get good grades, you will hopefully be admitted to your dream normal school in the future. I study hard and listen carefully in class. Finally, my grades are among the best in my class.
The teacher also told me that it is not enough to have good grades. As a Chinese teacher, you should also have rich humanistic quality and perfect personality quality. Chinese teachers should be able to speak, make people understand what you are talking about and make students like listening to you. So, in class, I began to speak actively and constantly exercise my oral ability; I read a lot of books after class and gradually enriched my Chinese connotation. Slowly, my language organization ability and expression ability have been improved, and it is getting better and better.
In the class, I began to help the teacher manage my classmates, and I enjoyed the whole management process. Every time I see my classmates studying hard under my management, I will be very proud; However, if someone is talking, I will be uncertain and even angry. Why can't I control them? I'm such a failure.
One thing made me almost give up this dream. That morning, I came to the classroom and took out my Chinese book. I went to the podium and said, "Please take out your Chinese books and turn to lesson 15." Only a few people took out their books after hearing it, and the others still talked to themselves. I emphasized it again. They just took out their books. "Excerpted from lesson 15." I started reading. "15-"They deliberately opposed me and dragged their voices for a long time. I frowned and patiently took it again, and they still did. I was so angry that I threw the book on the table and shouted, "Do you read or not?" They were still smirking and said, "What can you do if you don't want to see it?" I was so angry that I cried and shouted, "Stop looking!" ! Then stop reading! "He picked up the book, returned to his seat and cried sadly.
They realized that the joke had gone too far. The monitor was late, and when he knew what had happened, he criticized them. They began to study hard instead of reading alone. I'm getting more and more sad. The monitor saw them, and they were so nice, but I was so disobedient.
I think being a primary school teacher is so tiring that I can't be angry with students when I become a teacher in the future. Give up, this dream is too far away for you to realize.
After understanding the reason, the teacher said to me meaningfully: To be a Chinese teacher, you must have all kinds of key abilities, that is, keen observation ability, skilled language expression ability, and ability to lead and control the classroom ... Life is a long road, and which successful person is not full of thorns at his feet, and he is willing to face the difficulties? When you meet this little setback, you give up your dream, unlike Le Yi I know.
My best friend also hates iron and says to me, "You have done so much for this dream, don't you want to give up all your efforts?" This is not someone I know! Where are you who never give up in the face of setbacks? Are you afraid of giving up on such a trivial matter? What happened to you! "I thought about it, yes! How can I give up because of such a trivial matter! This is not my style, this is what cowards do.
The road ahead is still very long. No matter what setbacks there are on my dream road, I will strut! Because there will always be all kinds of problems on the way to realize your dreams. Without problems, people will not grow. Let's face the difficulties with a smile, and to hell with giving up everything!
What about the distant seasons? Facing the sea, spring blossoms? In the shade, a book and a person become the simplest relatives in life. The thread of time, engraved in our eyebrows, is young and frivolous, following the inner call, chasing dreams and heading for the distance!
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When I was a child, I longed for the postman to pass by my house every day, because my aunt in Inner Mongolia would send postcards back every other month. The blue sky, white clouds, flocks of cattle and sheep, the plains of Senecio, and the shepherds singing loudly ... each one hurts me. Every day, I lie in front of the window and watch an email being stuffed into my hopeful mailbox. I long for the envelope to become bigger, to hold the little me and to see the distant world. Childhood, so I look forward to the distance with sweet longing. ...
Time slipped away from my fingertips. I grew up in shame and heard many stories from distant places. San Mao, who calls himself a "world wanderer", once took pains to set foot on the desert alone. In the boundless desolation, you can get the feeling of life in the yellow sand all over the sky. I can't help thinking, how far is it? In order to answer this question, I searched for the answer, and slowly I fell in love with reading. The book with ink from that page attracts me like a magnet. One of the stories, Travel of Dandelion, touched me very much. I understand that when we grow up day by day, we will all leave our mother to pursue our own lives in the future, so we must learn to be independent. So, that summer vacation, I drove to my grandmother's house in the country for a month, where I learned to clean, cook and take care of myself. Countless times I fantasized about becoming a dandelion, flying in the vast world, drifting with the wind, and persistently pursuing my dreams. ...
Later, I went to junior high school and read more books. I have a deeper feeling of distance. The pursuit of distance is more eager, just like a young eagle longing for attachment to the blue sky. In this way, I study hard and sleep with the first morning light and the last starlight every day. I take an active part in various school activities. I have an active figure on the podium, I sweat profusely on the sports ground ... Sometimes I fall down, I will bravely stand up and fail, and I will challenge success again. Because I know: there are many beautiful flowers on the distant road, and there will be many bumps. I yearn for the distant place with beautiful scenery, because it brings me infinite courage and strength. ...
Xu zhimo once said: "wherever you go, the world will be big." Go after what you want while you are still young. " So I follow the footsteps of time, run hard, and pursue the distance of my dreams. Look, an eagle is spreading its wings in the sky. ...
People pay more attention to the brilliance and brilliance when their dreams come true, but often ignore the efforts and sweat behind them.
Since primary school, my handwriting has been crooked and has no aesthetic feeling. Often criticized by teachers in public, and therefore become the object of ridicule by students. During that time, I don't know how many times I rewrote my homework. In order not to be laughed at by my classmates and criticized by my teachers, I made up my mind to write well and impress my teachers and classmates.
To this end, my father bought me a lot of copybooks to copy. I started with single words, gradually turned into words and sentences, and finally changed from Tang poetry and Song poetry to classical Chinese. For me at that time, how difficult and boring it was to insist on copying copybooks! One hot afternoon, I was deeply impressed when I learned that I was trying to sing in the tree. The sun is so hot that even the leaves can't stand the heat and are burnt. The pedestrians on the road are sweating and panting, as if they had heatstroke. But I am fanning my fan at home and watching interesting cartoons, and I have long forgotten my dreams. Under my father's severe reprimand, I had to sit at my desk and start practicing calligraphy. My father turned off the electric fan for my convenience. I haven't practiced calligraphy for a while, and sweat as big as beans oozes from my forehead. These sweat dripped down my red cheeks to my palm, intertwined with the sweat in my palm, and wet the copybook. This makes it impossible for me to practice any more. Either the pen slipped easily on the paper, or the paper was scratched without much effort. At that time, I was so anxious and angry that I couldn't wait to drop my boring copybook and watch interesting TV. But at the thought of the teacher's criticism and classmates' ridicule, I immediately strengthened my determination and seemed to be full of strength and re-engaged in the hard battle. But just as I was about to practice calligraphy, a few annoying mosquitoes came out of nowhere, buzzing in my ear and biting me from time to time, which bored me crazy. I immediately put down my pen and began to drive away mosquitoes. When I drove away mosquitoes, I was bitten by mosquitoes and covered with red pimples. So when practicing calligraphy, I have to endure the heat and itching from my body. It's really like a year. Many things happen. With my unremitting efforts, my handwriting is finally correct, and I am no longer criticized by teachers and laughed at by my classmates.
Although the realization of my dream is a very gratifying and exciting thing, I am afraid that only I can feel the effort and sweat in this process.
When I was a child, I had many dreams. When I saw the singers in Starlight Glimmer standing on the wide stage and freely displaying their talents, I really hope that I can be as good at singing and dancing as they are. I want to be a scientist again after reading the book which scientist invented what. Of course, my most persistent dream is still my original dream.
I can never be a star. After all, I don't have Tamia Liu's beautiful looks and unique acting skills, and I don't have Baby Zhang's sweet voice. As a student, I can only study and live. I can't be a scientist. I have an average IQ and an average brain. I can't be a great man like Madame Curie, Newton and Edison. I have no firm will and lofty ideals. However, I still want to be a freelance writer. I don't want to be as dazzling as Bing Xin. I just want to create freely and write what I like.
From kindergarten to now, I have contacted many famous articles at home and abroad. Of course, that's just what I saw in Chinese textbooks. I clearly remember the composition class in grade three, which was the first time I taught myself to write, so I felt very excited and embarrassed. I remember, my first article was "Self-introduction", without rich words and colorful titles, but it was my first creation. When I was nine years old, I wrote the first 200 words in my life in the purest and simplest words.
The teacher said that the composition was well written and I was very happy, but I didn't know at that time that the kind Chinese teacher said that every student's article was good in order to arouse the enthusiasm of the students. But when I know his good intentions, I am not annoyed. On the contrary, I have a strong interest in literature, and I am determined to let the Chinese teacher sincerely say that my article is excellent.
My ideal is constantly changing, such as painter, teacher, astronaut, translator ... but it is just a vision, a yearning, a shore that can never be reached, and reality and dreams are always opposite.
Although I may not be a writer, I still love reading and writing. After I entered the second grade, I fell in love with Xue Xiaochan, a writer who thought I was a newcomer. Xue Xiaochan's ci is elegant and fragrant, among which I like Three Minutes Old very much, because the ci is beautiful and gives off a fragrance in the haze. "Butterflies also shed tears" also moved me to cry for a long time. I don't know when I can write and publish books as freely as Xue Xiaochan.
I'm trying. Sometimes I try to write a mini novel when I have time, and then I tear it up. I find the article so difficult to write. Every time I think of the outline, I get upset when I write it, and my previous ideas collide. Of course, I am also trying to write and contribute. Although every time I contribute, I still insist and create. In the future, I won't daydream any more. If it is too early to dream of becoming a writer, study hard now!