Dream is the dew sprinkled on the lotus leaf in the morning, which evaporates instantly after being decorated by the lotus leaf. Dream! The poet's expectation and eternal pursuit, the dream is only the yearning for life, but the dream is eternal dedication and belief. -inscription

The future is a blur, and no one has ever imagined its end. He keeps picking up the chips paid by passers-by and never cares how much others pay. He is a greedy person.

Naively weaving daydreams when I was a child, no! It was a dream, not a dream. Grow up, be sensible, and realize what you want for the first time. Today, I don't doubt my answer, but I am more sure of this dream. I had this dream for the first time. To pursue dreams, to complete the great project of mankind-study, to finish reading the most famous university in the world. The world once said; "Too many of your dreams are astronomical, and ordinary people dare not think about it. You are too greedy. " Someone said, "Your dream is very likely! But remember, the premise is that you pay a huge price. " The same fact, different angles, can get two different results. The world is not single, the answer comes from your own efforts to pursue, prove and realize.

The future, though, I don't know how far it is yet, although it is still out of reach. However, I never gave up my faith in it. I believe that maybe in the near future, I will control the future. Maybe everything is just unremitting efforts, waiting for the harvest.

Life is the pursuit of dreams. If it succeeds, life will be meaningful. If it fails, everything is illusory. However, only by pursuing, our life will be more exciting, better and more harmonious.

I have made unremitting efforts for this dream. I used to be naive, but now I'm sure. I just want to prove to myself that my future is not a dream.

Look for, look for ...

When I was a child, I always liked to stand by the window and look up at the stars. The night is so deep, quiet and beautiful, giving people a vast feeling. Often, looking at this beautiful scenery will fascinate me, because I know that the dream I am looking for is in this boundless world and in this mysterious ocean. I believe my future is not a dream.

Look for, look for ...

In order to find my future, my dream, my steps never stop. From a naughty child to a persistent student, I have been fighting for my dream. Now, although I am constantly learning, I know that every minute of my life is paved with solid steel bars and bricks for my ideals. So believe that my future is not a dream.

Look for, look for ...

Simple and pure pastoral life is the artistic conception of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" that Tao Yuanming is looking for; The tireless study of aesthetics is the artistic peak that Zhu Guangqian seeks; The exploration of X-ray principle is the science that Roentgen spared no effort to find ... Historically, between countries, everyone and every life are constantly looking for their dreams. Yes, we have been looking for them all our lives, and those who work hard for their dreams will eventually climb to their hearts, so I firmly believe that my future is not a dream!

Look for, look for ...

My dream, I know you are in front, and my longing, longing and yearning for you lead me to you step by step. Perhaps, the road will be a bit bumpy, but this can't stop me from looking for your sincere heart. I will go all out to run to you. Who made you my dream?

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My future is not a dream.

[underwater composition-when students can't find anything particularly excellent to demonstrate in the proposition composition, I will go into the water to play. But this is a rare thing. 〕

I will never forget the long lonely figure in the sunset, and I will never forget the summer when I was twelve years old. It's just that I don't know if that story will be the epitome of my life or just the short-lived glory when I was young.

At that time, I often fell into sadness and meditation inexplicably, and my classmates always avoided me at a distance, as if afraid of being infected. I don't know which is the cause and which is the effect. I only know that there seemed to be no flowers in that spring, but only a blue melancholy.

There were no electronic pets and meteor gardens at that time. Silkworms are very popular among boys. A boy in the class took a silkworm egg from a relative's house, tore it into dozens of small pieces, and gave it to every boy in the class-that afternoon, except for the girl we regarded as the "enemy" at that time, it seemed that I was the only one who didn't get the little piece of paper with more than a dozen black spots. No one can get anything from my accustomed melancholy face, only I know the mood at that time, and the acidity still remains on my lips, as if I had just chewed a green olive.

After school that day, I followed the long figure in the sunset and walked with a lonely mood. Suddenly, I saw dozens of small black spots on a leaf by the roadside, just like the one on that little note.

So the next day, all the boys in the class-including me-had a small paper box with dozens of little hopes written on one or two mulberry leaves.

Soon, all the silkworm babies came out, and the little ones were crawling slowly and chewing mulberry leaves.

About a week later, our little silkworm molts once. At this time, I found something was wrong-when their silkworms turned white, my silkworms gradually brightened.

"That's a caterpillar, throw it away quickly!" A boy told me that I felt the girls around me were screaming in a low voice. In fact, I already know what's going on, but I watched them born, fed them for more than ten days, and I couldn't bear to throw them away anymore.

So, while other boys were discussing how to raise silkworm babies, I silently raised my worms. Only since then, fewer people have talked to me, especially those girls who once sympathized with me, but now they are far away from me, as if I have a terrible sting.

In the early summer of that year, the first League branch secretary of our class was elected, and soon the civilized students in the class and school were also selected. I got zero votes in several elections. It seems that my good grades are not important because of those caterpillars. I remember once, after singing the ticket, the girl behind me gave me an apologetic look when she passed me. I don't know what she wants to say.

Dozens of days later, more and more white silkworms spit out whiter silk one by one, bearing round and lovely silver fruits for the host, and my worms finally spit out brown silk after many days, bearing a few small fruits for me.

In those days, my bugs and I became the jokes of the whole class. They surrounded me just to see how shabby and ugly my fruit was compared with theirs. However, I finally refused to abandon my worms and my cocoons, because in the constant indifference and discrimination, I felt a sense of solidarity with them.

After several days of silence, silkworms came out one after another-white clumsy moths, looking for mates, mating, laying eggs, and then dying in a small box.

Then, it was my worm that crawled out of the cocoon and put on incredible and wonderful clothes. After lingering for a long time, I slowly spread my huge beautiful wings, jumped out of the carton and flew towards the blue sky outside the window.

At that moment, in the exclamation of girls and the silence of boys, I silently shed tears of emotion.

Postscript: I don't know if this story is true or not. It seems that my childhood and adolescence were spent in that kind of "blue melancholy". It seems that my youth is still spent in such stubbornness that I don't care what others say. I seem to have raised those caterpillars, but I can't remember whether they finally cocoon into butterflies-maybe many years later. Anyway, I wrote this story with 100% sincerity and piety, and I don't intend to use any means. It's just that I don't know if this story has any survival value-like those caterpillars. -Thursday, 6 May 2002

My future is not a dream ".

-look up, in the direction of dreams.

Have you studied geometry? The dream in my heart turned into a vague memory;

Have you studied geometry? Fuzzy memories are shattered by ruthless reality;

Have you studied geometry? I was caught off guard when reality came to me.

Future, future ... where is my future?

Distant memories and childhood dreams always sting my mind that seems to have been numb for a long time. I say "seems" because I can still write my grievances today, and I can also write "My future is not a dream" in the essay competition. I think, if my emotional words can arouse my fighting capacity again, it will not waste my thinking about life these months. If these words are good for everyone. Oh! I have nothing to say, let tears represent everything!

I liked reading when I was very young.

I like reading books about Comrade Zhou Enlai. Because I like Premier Zhou's great personality, aboveboard life and lofty, especially him. He has no honor or disgrace, and his ashes are scattered all over the country. He is single-minded, loyal to the country, loyal to the people and loyal to his love.

So deep down, I have determined to be a great man, taking the Prime Minister as an example and taking the Prime Minister's "for the rise of China" as an ideal.

I also like reading books about Zhang Haidi and Zhang Haidi. Between the lines of these books, I can always find two words-strong. Zhang Haidi's life is unfortunate, but also lucky. Unfortunately, she was seriously ill since she was a child. Fortunately, she was also seriously ill since she was a child. It is because of his luck and misfortune, coupled with his strength, that she became her in the future. Imagine, if she has always been a healthy person like you and me, what are her chances of success? In fact, we will know this problem when we think about ourselves, so please seriously think about yourself at this moment!

Yes, Zhang Haidi is a noble ordinary man. I used to want to be a successful ordinary person, build an extraordinary self and create a world of my own through strength and struggle.

But now, what have I done so far? What have I done to realize my dream?

I won the first prize of the scholarship, yes, I got it. One semester, two semesters. . . I am the first in every semester.

I ran like hell for honor. Yes, I got it, chairman, minister,' excellent work' and' three good', and the honor hung all over my body.

Is this noble?

Suddenly, I turned to smile and smiled disdainfully.

I'd better not be so lofty: I'm so tired.

It's best to be yourself, without bonus and indisputable honor. Sleep if you want in class, stay up if you want, and run if you want to skip class. Say I'm not noble? Is it okay to call me wrong? I'm not afraid. I'm still young anyway. Isn't it the nature of young people to make mistakes? . . . .

So I indulged myself and struggled wildly in my own web. I want to escape, but I can't find a breathing space.

Looking back on the past and looking forward to the future, endless emptiness is pressing on my heart, and I want to shout loudly, but my voice becomes hoarse; I tried to look back, only to find that I had no memory of my childhood; Look ahead, clouds cover the fog, and there is nothing boundless. I'm like standing on the top of a mountain, my empty mind has no direction, and I'm dizzy and dizzy. ......

Alas! Alas! What's wrong with me? Who am I? Why am I standing here? Why are you sitting there again?

......

Suddenly, I woke up, ah, this is a dream! This is just a dream. Do I need a dream?

Sure, but it's definitely not such a dream!

I believe my future is not such a dream!

-look up, in the direction of dreams.

Have you studied geometry? The dream in my heart turned into a vague memory;

Have you studied geometry? Fuzzy memories are shattered by ruthless reality;

Have you studied geometry? I was caught off guard when reality came to me.

Future, future ... where is my future?

Distant memories and childhood dreams always sting my mind that seems to have been numb for a long time. I say "seems" because I can still write my grievances today, and I can also write "My future is not a dream" in the essay competition. I think, if my emotional words can arouse my fighting capacity again, it will not waste my thinking about life these months. If these words are good for everyone. Oh! I have nothing to say, let tears represent everything!

I liked reading when I was very young.

I like reading books about Comrade Zhou Enlai. Because I like Premier Zhou's great personality, aboveboard life and lofty, especially him. He has no honor or disgrace, and his ashes are scattered all over the country. He is single-minded, loyal to the country, loyal to the people and loyal to his love.

So deep down, I have determined to be a great man, taking the Prime Minister as an example and taking the Prime Minister's "for the rise of China" as an ideal.

I also like reading books about Zhang Haidi and Zhang Haidi. Between the lines of these books, I can always find two words-strong. Zhang Haidi's life is unfortunate, but also lucky. Unfortunately, she was seriously ill since she was a child. Fortunately, she was also seriously ill since she was a child. It is because of his luck and misfortune, coupled with his strength, that she became her in the future. Imagine, if she has always been a healthy person like you and me, what are her chances of success? In fact, we will know this problem when we think about ourselves, so please seriously think about yourself at this moment!

Yes, Zhang Haidi is a noble ordinary man. I used to want to be a successful ordinary person, build an extraordinary self and create a world of my own through strength and struggle.

But now, what have I done so far? What have I done to realize my dream?

I won the first prize of the scholarship, yes, I got it. One semester, two semesters. . . I am the first in every semester.

I ran like hell for honor. Yes, I got it, chairman, minister,' excellent work' and' three good', and the honor hung all over my body.

Is this noble?

Suddenly, I turned to smile and smiled disdainfully.

I'd better not be so lofty: I'm so tired.

It's best to be yourself, without bonus and indisputable honor. Sleep if you want in class, stay up if you want, and run if you want to skip class. Say I'm not noble? Is it okay to call me wrong? I'm not afraid. I'm still young anyway. Isn't it the nature of young people to make mistakes? . . . .

So I indulged myself and struggled wildly in my own web. I want to escape, but I can't find a breathing space.

Looking back on the past and looking forward to the future, endless emptiness is pressing on my heart, and I want to shout loudly, but my voice becomes hoarse; I tried to look back, only to find that I had no memory of my childhood; Look ahead, clouds cover the fog, and there is nothing boundless. I'm like standing on the top of a mountain, my empty mind has no direction, and I'm dizzy and dizzy. ......

Alas! Alas! What's wrong with me? Who am I? Why am I standing here? Why are you sitting there again?

......

Suddenly, I woke up, ah, this is a dream! This is just a dream. Do I need a dream?

Sure, but it's definitely not such a dream!

I believe my future is not such a dream!