Youth and dreams are an equal exchange. You can reap as much as you have paid for your youth. I spent all my youth. As long as it belongs to my dream, I will use my present youth to plant my dream.

Dreams are exclusive to our advanced intelligent creatures, but we can't just dream. We should put our dreams into action so that we won't regret our youth. I will show my dreams to the world at the expense of youth and society as a springboard.

When I was a child, I liked to look up at the sky just to find the figure of the plane. Their extraordinary speed and majestic trunk fascinate me. I heard from my parents that hundreds of people can sit in it! At that time, I thought it was a more amazing "treasure" than the robot cat's treasure bag, and it was so "small", so when I was a child, I dreamed of designing an airplane myself and letting it take me and my family soaring in the sky.

When I am old, I want to be a chef. My dream of being a chef pushed aside my childhood dream of owning a plane. At that time, I thought, what is an ordinary and great professional chef? Chefs are ordinary, but they shoulder the great task of human survival. As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people! So the chef no longer had to worry about unemployment and hunger, so I began to learn to cook with my parents, which directly led to my being splashed with oil ... but it was not a problem to cook two small dishes. My parents also told me to do things seriously and do them wholeheartedly. I knew it was right, so I tried my best. It is the chef's responsibility to make people happy after eating and to make people feel that society is full of happiness and love in food!

Later, I came into contact with music. From Beethoven's symphony of destiny to passionate rock, every note of it attracts me and makes me unable to extricate myself from the singer's deep affection. Music can convey further concerns, express 100% feelings, and condense our unspeakable feelings into a sketch on the staff. It exudes a charming smell and I can't help but accept this "confusion", but my age is no longer suitable for those musical instruments that I have to cultivate since I was a child. Because I like direct lyric, I began to learn various singing skills and expressions. I didn't abandon my dream as before, and locked it firmly in my heart, but I found another defect. My congenital deficiency is that my voice is not very good Once you let go of your throat, you are often laughed at by others. Seeing other people's surprised eyes, I feel that others have denied my insistence.

But I don't deny that I am inferior to others by nature, so I will try my best to stay ahead of them. I believe that one day, when I start singing, they will appreciate me in another way and prove to them that I have realized my dream.

The time for daydreaming has passed. I will take up my schoolbag and March into the new school. In this strange school, everything has changed, but what remains unchanged is my belief. Moreover, I am not alone this time, and I am no longer afraid of being laughed at by others, because I have my own ideals and the direction I pursue. I will fully show myself around it, let it enrich my life after studying, and let singing accompany me to grow up.

Youth and dreams are an equal exchange. You can reap as much as you have paid for your youth. I spent all my youth. As long as it belongs to my dream, I will use my present youth to plant my dream. I want to work harder. I don't have the voice of nature. I just want to be a strong singer. I think one day, I will harvest the dream season.

Chapter two: My youth, my dream.

When the dawn of the morning sun breaks through the dawn and the morning light covers the sky, I know that a brand-new day has begun and I know that today is another day of struggle. -inscription

14 years old, revealing new shoots.

In the morning, I got up lazily, reluctantly bid farewell to my sweet dream, took up my bulging schoolbag and went out, striding down the street. It was a winter morning, the horizon had just turned white, and the streets were full of children about my age. The cold wind blows hard, and we can see the backs of these students, so determined and energetic. This is clearly the figure of struggle!

Looking at the watch, time is passing. So I stepped up my pace and got into the classroom on time before the bell rang. I don't know what is always urging me to get to school on time and finish my task strictly. Maybe I understand, I am a junior three student. I'm not a child anymore. I want to work hard and fight hard!

In class, students always listen attentively to the teacher's explanation, or are busy taking notes and exploring problems. To tell the truth, we are a little tired, a little tired, but who doesn't study hard? Teachers and parents always tell us to study hard. We are always nagging, but who doesn't listen? This is because we are old and have grown into big children.

After class, students always get together, or discuss problems, or talk about what's going on in the world. Remember, we like to talk about our respective ideals. Xiao Q said that his dream is to be a world-class star like Beckham, A Dai said that his dream is to be a people's teacher like a head teacher, and Xiaofeng even said that he wants to be a great writer like Shakespeare. We all have our own dreams in our hearts, and our hearts are full of colorful dreams!

14 years old, senior three, suddenly had an impulse to realize his dream. Perhaps it was that year that I quietly revealed new shoots. I think I will start with hope and grow up with a smile.

15 years old is in bud.

After the senior high school entrance examination and the first little tempering in my life, I successfully realized my little dream-to become a qualified high school student.

Someone will always ask me, "What grade are you in now?" I always proudly say, "I am a freshman!" " "

High school is really like learning elder brother and elder sister said, the learning task is really heavy. Some people say, "Choosing high school means choosing hardship." But I want to say: "Choosing high school means choosing to enjoy youth and growth."

Before entering high school, I set myself a goal and planted a dream seed in my little heart. At first, I will hesitate. Can this seed grow into a big tree? But now, I will firmly believe that one day, I will turn a cocoon into a butterfly, and one day, I will stand at the peak of my life!

I remember meeting my companion yesterday and going to the bookstore to buy books. While buying a book, a little girl tugged at my skirt and said, "Uncle, can you help me with that book?" I was startled. I was surprised to ask my companion, "When did I become an uncle?" The companion shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "You think you are young!" "

A word wakes the dreamer, yes, am I still young? No, I'm not young! I seem to hear such a voice that makes my heart beat faster. Yes, I am no longer the baby in the arms of that parent. I am an adult. I have my own joys and sorrows. I have my own thoughts and personality. More importantly, I have a dream!

I will work hard for this dream, and I will fight for this dream. At least, I understand that youth will have no regrets only if it has struggled, experienced and felt!

15 years old, just a senior one; 15 years old, adult; 15 years old, I am like a flower in bud. Only under the watering of youth and struggle can I bloom gorgeous flowers!

Chapter Three: My Youth, My Dream

Last summer, we counted shells and waves at the seaside, and we prayed that we could keep such a carefree smile today next year. You were the summer when the sea breeze blew through the palm blue sky, which made me forget how salty the tears were. When you appeared, the sun was shining. I want to hear you say willfully that you want to take me around the world. Even if the whole world has changed, it will not change because of your brave self. A year later, we embarked on our own journeys. Although we experienced different stories, we still remember that date by the sea. I'm sure I want to hear you say willfully that you want to take me around the world. Even if the whole world has changed, I will give you my heart as a souvenir of your brave self. This love, whenever it opens, is fresh, and it becomes sweet with my company. When you open your eyes, you will see that you will always give me your heart as a souvenir. My dream can only be completely shattered with your blessing. No matter how stormy it is, I will go forward bravely. Our love will be embedded in the album of youth.

Do we still remember, just like this lyric, ignorant youth, pure dream!

Looking back at this time, it has long been forgotten by time, buried by work, and frozen in memory. The promises we made to each other and the vows not to give up our dreams are just empty talk now!

In the classroom after school, I remember last summer, I didn't have too many distractions and was simply shy. Never cleaned the room, we have been chatting, only to understand that youth was originally called parabola. My mind has been sleeping quietly in a clean pocket. The coffee shop across the street is still playing that role, once upon a time. Listen to our favorite records and recall our past. Every page is so sweet that I want to go back to that time. Youth deviates from navigation line, and dreams leave parabola. The windowsill is covered with fallen leaves. The faded plot is stacked, the autumn wind has withered, and the season has long since passed!

I don't know when to start thinking independently. I travel alone with a backpack called responsibility. There is a muddy path under my feet, but there is no road sign ahead. In the voice of doubt, I chose to run away regardless and return to my family's arms again and again. I grew wings, but I didn't want to leave my warm nest for a long time. How ridiculous. How timid. The partners around us have begun to achieve their distant goals. Try to start again, I will move on, looking back at that home will be the strongest backing, so I believe I can fly freely and let everyone see my tenacity in growing up! Step by step, learn to accept, enjoy and never look back. I will accept the challenge when the difficulties reappear, and the smile on my face is still so bright when time is tight. After despair, hope is tomorrow, and this strange road in the middle of the night slowly becomes a spacious straight line. Lying on the ground at night and looking up at the starry sky, memories seem to pull me into a sweet dream, and I have unconsciously raised my arm. The sky is in my hands, which is incredible! I believe I can fly, I believe I can reach for the sky, I really know who I am, and I really know what my life is.

My job now is to serve. In the bustling city, I am running on the neon bridge, yes, the bus. Because this industry is the place where I can realize the dream that my friends and I said at that time (serving the people and the world). Although part of my youth stayed in the army to defend my country, I still have some left. Even in the future, I am willing to pay for the bus service. This is my youth and this is my dream. If you don't work hard to realize your dreams, then talk about youth! Experience in peace talks! Only through hard work and struggle can we achieve it, and youth has real meaning! Perhaps no one will understand or be misunderstood, even if no one does, at least we have experienced it, at least you have accompanied me along the way, because we have not forgotten the promises made by youth and dreams. We have it and we will realize it. What are we waiting for?

My youth, my dream, is so simple, so plain and not bizarre, but I am writing a legend! Ordinary words and extraordinary efforts. A few people are anxious and need people's needs. Don't wait for the passenger to speak, you will know what the passenger is asking. This is what I learned in the bus service industry!

Youth and dreams are an equal exchange. How much you pay with your youth, how much you can gain. I spent all my youth. As long as it belongs to my dream, I will use my present youth to plant my dream. I want to work harder, there is no best, only better. I think one day, I will harvest the dream season.

Chapter four: My youth, my dream.

Today's children, who have no dreams, who have no dreams, dreams completely occupy our time, but some are beautiful dreams, some are just dreams, meaningless dreams, empty and tasteless dreams. That's because they don't know what dreams are, and they say that we are fantasies after 90. Yes, we love fantasies, and we love dreaming. But we don't understand dreams at all, and we don't understand him.

Dreams are not just empty fantasies, but also practical actions. Nowadays, most families put the only child in the first place, and' pet, pain and pet' has almost become the primary synonym for parents to cherish their children, thus forming a situation in which children love dreaming and fantasy, making them completely lose their sense of self-direction, and making their dreams just stay in dreams. I never know what my dream is. We boys and girls who came in the rainy season before the age of six never thought how quickly and wonderfully it would be to sow more seeds of dreams in this youth season. The flower season has come, and I am waiting for its results. The rainy season has come, and we are waiting for it to be moistened by rain.

At our age, we not only have dreams, but also have objects to worship. Worship is not excessive. How can there be no one you like in youth? But most of them are star singers, which is no exaggeration. I think my uncles and aunts the same age as my mother also have their own favorites, such as "Cao Meng, Andy Lau, Liming, Tayu Lo, Pu Cunxin ...", which may understand our mood. However, it may have a lot to do with the current stars. They debut too fast, become popular too early, are too young, and change too fast, which reminds us of our dreams from time to time and adds our character of liking the new and hating the old from time to time. Who can blame this?

There is only one star since childhood, which can make me admire. You can call me, I don't understand, you can call me, too out, thirteen or fourteen years old. Who doesn't have a star that my second brother and third brother like? This may be the bottom line.

The star I admire has multiple identities, and everyone I know will kindly shout "Xiao Zhi". In the music world, he is an Asian whirlwind; In the music world, he is the king of small plays; In sports, he is a dreamer; In business, he is a successful Asian businessman. In the eyes of others, he is a generalist, but in my eyes, he is an ordinary person who struggles for his dreams. He had an excellent dream since he was a child, and he will practice it when he grows up. This is not a waste, but a childhood dream. He worked hard for his dream, and he never gave up even though he encountered more hardships. His spirit gives me no reason not to worship, which is the meaning of idols.

He often said,' People are great because they have dreams'. Yes, people with dreams are great, because they know how to practice their ideals, overcome difficulties when they encounter difficulties, and never flinch when they encounter storms. Now that we are in the prime of life, why not plan to realize our dreams when we grow up? Let's embrace our dreams with youth and become a dream-fulfilling family envied by others.

Chapter five: My youth, my dream composition.

People live because of a heart, and the heart is persistent because of a direction, and the direction is because I fly. I am a dream.

I am the driving force of life, I create miracles for scientists, I inspire poets, and I am a happy memorial.

I am the premise of great love, because I, with butterfly lovers's wonderful biography, have become a butterfly; I am the strong backing of the strugglers, because

With me, there are countless great poets and successful people! Do not believe you listen; Cao Cao, a fierce generation, sang to the sky,' An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles: the martyrs are courageous in their twilight years. That is Cao Cao's dream; "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea. This is the dream of the poet Li Bai. I would rather die holding incense in the branches than blowing it down in the north wind. This is the dream of Zheng Sixiao, a poet in the Song Dynasty. It's a dream, which has created such a great man as Qian Qian and a wonderful book!

I am the creative source of musicians. Because I, a persistent winner, feel the magic charm of music with my heart like Beethoven.

I arouse the poet's inspiration, because I have an extraordinary peach blossom garden and the romance of Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly.

I am cool after sweat, I am a supporter of happy people, I am the spiritual pillar after ten years of cold window, and I am the struggle force of successful people.

Everything makes me proud, but sometimes I feel sad.

I can't let the dead rekindle their desire for life, I can't let people who waste their time realize their great fantasies, and I can't let people who have no direction find their way home. Alas! I have so much helplessness. In the face of people who abandoned me, I can't save their hearts, because in their lives, the original beauty and joy of life have long since disappeared. Without dreams, they will lose the direction of life and the compass of faith. Maybe when they are busy with their life, they find that they should not abandon their dreams.

Having a dream may not be successful, but it will give you happiness and hope in your life. Without a dream, you are doomed to be a loser and an ordinary person.

There are two roads in the yellow forest. Will you stand at this crossroads and walk alone or follow the wings of your dreams? I think the wise will choose the latter, because it is a shortcut to life!