1. Where there is a dream, there is hope. There is hope to pursue; Dreams can only be realized by pursuit. Chinese dream, my dream, let's raise the sail of our dream!

In the new stage of 2 1 century, our children in 2 1 century also have different dreams. Our dreams are high and low, near and far. No matter what kind of dream, no matter what kind of person, we are determined to win, set out to dream and move forward towards our dreams.

My dream is to sing good songs. This dream is simple, but for me, it is a sacred "task". Because I want to give my singing, my wonderful singing to everyone around me. I want everyone to feel the charm of singing and my ability.

Although I am a representative of music class, my singing skills are not very "beautiful". Sometimes that voice carries my depressed breath and runs thousands of miles away. Even my classmates laughed at my singing. Maybe I'm not that material. I am a little depressed, but I still firmly believe that I must sing every song well! I once again came to the temple of music, contacted the music teacher again, and stood up from confusion again. My Chinese dream must come true. When I open my mouth to sing a song again, I feel that I am flying in the song. In the world of singing, I once spread my wings and flew.

In singing, I can release infinite power and take me far away. I learned a lot from my teacher. I put what I used into my dream. I believe that if I work hard, I will succeed one day.

Flowers in spring are charming, dreams are budding desires, branches and leaves in summer are dancing, and dreams are vibrant yearning. The rice ball hangs down, the dream is a heavy wait, the snow is flying all over the sky in winter, and the dream is a crystal clear reverie and imagination.

Dream is a banner, it has been flying in your heart, pointing to your direction.

When you have a dream, you should pursue it, work hard for it, and work hard for it. Although the journey is very hard, we have no regrets, because we have always had dreams in our hearts and have been working hard.

Where there are dreams, there are miracles. Weave your brilliant dream with our Chinese dream.

2. Help me write an article that bothers me. Among Dehua's landscape paintings, the Double Waterfalls in Daixian County is undoubtedly the most spiritual one, which haunts me and makes me unforgettable.

We took a bus from Dehua Chengguan to Shuikou Town. As soon as we got off the bus, we saw the old Gu Teng trees around us towering and deeply rooted. Going upstream along a beautiful mountain road, I came to the bamboo forest unconsciously. There are many bamboos on both sides of the bamboo forest: some stand upright, some are as green as the blue sky, and some are still very small ... Looking at these bamboos, I can't help thinking of the poem written by Zheng Banqiao: "I insist on the green hills, but my roots are in the broken rocks. A thousand blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south. "

Walking through the bamboo forest, I gradually heard a low roar. I really didn't see its shape, so I heard its voice first. Turning the hill, a waterfall appeared in front of us. Oh, this is the oil spill waterfall! I saw the stream sculling down from the cliff, sparkling, spraying pearls and splashing jade, just like a broken pearl, "like pearls of all sizes pouring into a plate of jade", making a cold sound from time to time. The water that does not fall off the cliff meekly flows down the stone wall, forming layers of ripples on the stone wall, moving with the sound of water, which makes tourists feel refreshed. ...

At this time, it suddenly began to rain in Mao Mao, as if God wanted to test us, but it could not stop our curiosity to appreciate the spectacular scenery of Daixian Waterfall, the first waterfall in central Fujian. In order to experience the feeling of the spring flowing downwards, we are going to climb to the top of the mountain.

Walking on the "nine twists and eighteen bends" mountain road, from a distance, the transpiration clouds overlap, adding a little beauty to the distant mountain and giving people a kind of tranquility and beauty that is beyond worldly troubles. With the mountain road, the flowing water flows through the Rocky Mountains, which means "going around 10,000 and crossing mountains and mountains, and it can't travel three miles". The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. "Looking at the waterfall hanging high in the distance, I felt a strange excitement in my heart. On both sides of the strait, "green trees and vines are covered and twisted", forming a large green ocean with Qingshan.

Very close! Very close! Only a few hundred meters away from the waterfall, the waterfall makes a deafening sound, shaking the earth and mountains. I stepped up and ran forward. ...

Standing by the waterfall, the sky here is much higher. The running water pours upside down, and the water waves splash violently, stirring up the water column and forming a diffuse fog. Even the wind came to join in the fun and roared violently. It really has the potential to hit the shore, emptying the turbid waves and rolling back the long smoke. How can its voice, its potential and its scenery not be intoxicating? The most amazing thing is the running water on the cliff, jumping down, like a runaway wild horse crossing the rock, jumping down with great strength, and writing the persistent pursuit into a moving movement. Even if it breaks into pieces and becomes a bright and blooming spray, so be it! Perhaps, the same is true of the value of life, persistent pursuit, all the way to jump, all the way to open up, all the way to sing, regardless of the ups and downs, regardless of the dangers, the pursuit of innovation and enterprising life, longing for the glory and brilliance of life. ...

Friend, why don't you come here to enjoy the cool, broaden your horizons, appreciate the beauty of nature and taste the beautiful scenery of Dehua ecological landscape?

3. Serve the country with dreams, and the essay answers that the towering Mount Everest stands in the east, and the rushing Yellow River and Yangtze River run through China. The heroism of Chinese sons and daughters is nurtured in beautiful mountains and rivers, and the unyielding Chinese nation is shaped in stormy waves.

In the course of five thousand years, we have created miracles, and we continue to write brilliantly. However, behind the glory and miracle, it is always the deep feelings of China that connect people's hearts.

Our new generation was born in New China and grew up under the red flag. As the youth of the majority of league members, we should constantly enhance the awareness of league members and keep in mind the party's purpose.

In the wave of reform and opening up, we are determined to forge ahead, strive for progress, and constantly strive to serve the country. We're on the move. Spring returns to the earth, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the spring breeze in March blows the flowers and turns the earth green.

On the beautiful lake of love, there are a group of young people who choose silence in the face of colorful world, colorful entertainment life and happy and sweet love, but this silence does not mean escape, this silence does not mean pedantry, on the contrary, it is just a kind of calm and free and easy after deep thinking. They run between the library and the teacher, roaming in knowledge and ability.

Facing everything, they are calm and natural. Peace is their symbol, self-reliance is their soul, and determination to serve the country is their lifelong dream.

The wind is cold and the leaves are colorful. The cold wind in December blew away the warm sun and brought ice and snow. There are also such a group of warm-blooded youths in the quiet study room: they are ordinary but great, they are small but strong, because they know that we often play an ordinary role in life, but ordinary people can still have dreams, because dreams are never ordinary.

They firmly believe that pale life is ignited by vivid dreams, so they choose to be strong, to struggle and to persist. Maybe their yesterday was not outstanding, maybe their today is unknown, but their tomorrow will be brilliant, because they chose to be strong, struggle and persist.

It is such a group of struggling young people who are using their own practical actions to serve the motherland and contribute to society. They are silently affecting us, and they are silently changing security.

Carry forward the new style and righteousness, and strive to be a pioneer model. They are on the move. Keep improving first. We work hard and pursue Excellence. We're acting! Answer: Even if the years go by, I can't forget storm warning, I can't forget him.

I can't forget Anli's advanced model, and I can't forget the young people who work hard around us. I can't forget it! I can't forget my senior Yang Xia, because she propped up the family burden with her hands, because she warmed her hometown with love, and because she continued to write the inspirational life of contemporary college students with sweat and hard work. I can't forget Senior Zhao Guangwei, who knocked on the door of graduate students of Beihang University with his struggle and stepped into the sacred hall of civil servants with his perseverance, creating a legend of contemporary college students striving for Excellence. I can't forget to write a new chapter in ordinary colleges and universities.

What is Tsinghua Fudan afraid of? When Anli's school flag shines on the "Challenge Cup", we prove to China people that Anli can do it. When Anli's school flag fluttered in the wind over the United States, we proved to the world that yes, we can, yes, we can! The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, and under the red flag, we are full of pride. Young people have their feet on the earth, their heads are blue, their hopes are watered with sweat, their brilliance is forged with painstaking efforts, and success illuminates their lives. Because we shoulder the historical mission, because we are descendants of the Chinese people, and we are sons and daughters of China.

We have such a spirit and soul in our bones: work hard and be determined to serve the country! Born in New China and raised under the red flag, we are also eager to raise our voices and stop traffic jams. We also yearn for the blood of China to defend our country: we also dream of breaking the cocoon into a butterfly and being reborn. Stand Up! Hold your unyielding head up with a smile and look up at the sky: the red flag is fluttering and you are determined to serve your country.

A 600-word composition is a lingering thing for me. When it rains, I will think of my dear grandfather and the things that move me the most.

It was Friday, and I don't know who angered God. Suddenly, the sky outside the window turned dark, and it began to rain in Mao Mao. But who would have thought that at noon, the light rain in Mao Mao gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood was as gloomy as the sky. What shall we do? What shall we do? I didn't bring my umbrella, and I didn't tell my family to pick me up. Looking up at the sky, the rain will not stop for a while. My parents are still working, my grandparents are in poor health and I have no money. I am in a really bad mood.

I really envy watching my classmates walk out of school one by one. Just then, a kind voice came into my ear, "Jiang Meng!" I turned around and said, "Grandpa!" I cried excitedly and saw my grandfather riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat, but this small raincoat could not stop the strings of raindrops. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran to grandpa. Grandpa quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me. I found my seat wrapped in a plastic bag by my grandfather. He said he was afraid of getting wet on the road. I am very touched. "Come on!" Grandpa said. "No, I have an umbrella anyway. I can go back by myself. Please don't take me by bike. This road is slippery. " Grandpa is old, it may be dangerous to ride a bike by himself, let alone get wet with me. Grandpa quickly said, "Nothing, nothing. I don't trust you to go back in rainy days. Let's go, it will rain even harder in the future! " "I had to agree.

Grandpa is very careful at every step. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. My umbrella was blown over several times. Grandpa simply took my umbrella and put on my raincoat. Beads of rain as big as beans hit grandpa's body and face. I insisted on returning the raincoat to grandpa, but it was useless.

Finally, when I got home, my grandfather was covered in water. Grandma quickly brought a towel and asked me what was going on. Grandpa quickly interrupted and said, "nothing, the umbrella on the road is broken." I gave her my raincoat, so I got wet. I'm going to take a bath. " Tears welled up in my eyes as soon as grandpa turned into the bathroom.

I will never forget this incident, and let me know how much my grandfather loves me and how much I love him. I am proud to have such a grandfather, proud!

5. "I am entangled in dreams" composition My motherland is entangled in dreams.

A beautiful and rich country with a land area of 9.6 million square kilometers has a long history of thousands of years. Guess where this is? Yes, this is the motherland that haunts me, China.

9.6 million square kilometers of land has nurtured hardworking and patriotic people. 1937, the Japanese invaded China and tried to occupy China. At this time, people all over the country were angry. We shed our heads, shed our blood and unite against Japanese oppression. Finally, eight years later, the soldiers' blood did not flow in vain, and the people's resistance was futile. Eight years have passed, and the young people of the past have faltered. However, they have not forgotten to sacrifice their lives, and we have not forgotten countless revolutionary martyrs: Zuo Quan.

Thousands of years of history have refined the general scenery of Chinese painting: Three Gorges, Jiuzhaigou, West Lake ... and the two mother rivers that have nurtured generations of China people-the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. The Yangtze River is surging and the Yellow River is rolling. The overwhelming wave they set off seems to be a barrier to protect our Chinese land. Their turbulent waves are white waves of wisdom, guarding this long history.

Any country will encounter many setbacks on the road to development and growth, and so will China.

These days, the shadow of death is wandering on the ruins destroyed by the earthquake, spreading sad news constantly; These days, our eyes are covered with tears. Looking at the heartbreaking picture, no matter how strong people are, they can't help crying. I can't forget such a picture: a middle school student was crushed under a pile of cement, with an infusion tube inserted in his wrist and blood on his face; We can't forget that the 66-year-old Prime Minister * * * accidentally fell down and his arm was injured and bleeding, but in order to save the victims, he simply pushed away the medical staff who wanted to dress him ... The earthquake is merciless, so let us show the unique cohesion of the people of China and pray for our compatriots in the disaster area.

Why do we cry? Because we love this land deeply. No one will cry helplessly from the moment they hold hands. No ups and downs can crush the backbone of our nation, and no obstacles can destroy our love for our compatriots! Motherland, my haunted motherland, I love you, love your land, love your indomitable and United national spirit!

6. With such a place as the topic, the place that lingers, the habitat of the soul, the habitat of the soul _650 words.

The wind, mixed with rain, rolled relentlessly towards us. People never expected it, so they had to find a place to hide and wait for the rain to subside. The rain also disrupted my original trip, but I gained something better than happiness-the habitat of my soul. I sat on the bay window, staring at the rain and people scurrying in the rain, lost in thought. ...

People walk on the road and don't know what to do. Without the guidance of the soul, people seem to have only an empty shell; There is no bright light in a person's heart, just like a ship without the light of a lighthouse at sea to guide the direction; People don't have a soul to accompany them, as if they don't have a warm home to rely on. I feel very lucky. Unlike people who walk outside, I have a home to rely on, a lighthouse, a soul to guide me ... Home is the habitat of my soul.

Home is the place where I stay the longest, and home is the best place. There are my laughter, my tears and my anger at home; There is my unique family at home; There are things I like since I was a child at home. Undoubtedly, home is the best habitat for our hearts and a "happy country".

Whenever I return to the "happy country", my mind returns to the warm harbor like a boat, because my soul can be released here; Whenever I return to the "happy country", I am greeted with a fresh and happy taste; Whenever I return to the "happy country", small things can disappear and big things can be comforted.

In this spiritual habitat, how much laughter, joy and sadness I have are stored in this treasure box of happy memories. ...

I came to my senses, lowered my head and smiled. ...

Yes, home is the best spiritual habitat for people. ...

7. My hometown makes me dream of my composition! Back to my haunted hometown! I said this in my mind.

The train is coming into the station and arriving at the harbor of my heart. Although in the cold winter, the heart of a wanderer studying abroad is full of spring.

This is my hometown, my favorite place, and the place that haunts me. I was born in this hot land, grew up drinking the vast river water, speaking the hometown dialect that outsiders can't understand, playing with my childhood playmates, listening to my elders chatting happily, and looking forward to my future in a daze.

My hometown is small and exquisite, bright and smart. She doesn't have the hustle and bustle of a metropolis, nor the dazzling neon; It also lacks the quietness and poetry of Jiangnan water town, with small bridges and flowing water and misty rain.

And my hometown, simple and natural, doesn't need carving, just like an unpretentious rural woman, who doesn't need painting or looking up. Her charm emerges from the bone marrow and is brought out from the womb ... It is this hometown that raised me, taught me kindness and simplicity, and urged me to embark on the journey of life. My hometown, a lovely town, is too small to be known. It is surrounded by mountains and waters. The mountains are green and the water is sweet and rich. People are kind and simple. Even chickens are peerless, even dogs are honest ... hometown, like a pearl inlaid on the edge of the Yangtze River, is so small but graceful.

Walking on Jiang Yan Road, the cool breeze blowing on your face is so comfortable. The roar of river boats floats in the sky like a symphony of the times, touching your heart. The ancient buttonwood trees on both sides of the street danced in the breeze, as if the kind old man were telling people the story of yesterday emotionally.

At first glance, the distant mountains contain Dai, just like a natural ink painting, hazy and beautiful; In the silent dusk, the songs of Sichuan Opera sung by the old people occasionally came from the alley, accompanied by the sonorous sound of gongs and drums, which were loud and melodious. In spring, the charming peach blossoms and snow-white pear blossoms in the suburbs are actually open to each other, competing for beauty, just like groups of charming and graceful girls, which makes people fascinated and linger.

I have no reason not to be infatuated with this place. This obsession has been deeply imprinted in my heart, integrated into my blood and implanted into my life. Everything here has been integrated with me for a long time, and it has captured all my true feelings: time and time again, I am all ears, time and time again, I am deeply touched, time and time again, our hearts collide, and we are familiar or confused.

But once I was in a foreign land because I was studying, when I finally boarded the train home and set foot on the road home, my heart was filled with that kind of familiar touch. Maybe you have been struggling for your life, wandering around the ends of the earth, countless joys and sorrows, and seeing everything in the world. Perhaps time flies, and the ups and downs in the world have taken away different fireworks and glitz.

But my hometown, the birthplace of my life, always echoes the innocence of my childhood, singing and laughing, and the traces left by my naughty childhood on the neighbor's wall, which can never be erased, calling for the memory that can never be erased in my heart, pulling my endless homesickness soul, wrapped in faint sadness and watery tenderness, suspicious dreams, but so real ... I love my hometown deeply. Even the faint fragrance in the smoke; Even if it is a bunch of dim and swaying street lamps in the middle of the torrential night rain, even if it is a local accent that has nothing to do with me ... I love my hometown deeply, even if it is a weak grass, even if it is a cloud in the sky that changes with the wind. The light green of grass always makes me happy. I'm glad that she survived the cold with tenacious will and brought us the message of spring in a small town.

And the colorful clouds often give me infinite reverie, let my thoughts float to the temple of holy knowledge and let my dreams fly. The mountains in my hometown, the water in my hometown, the grass and trees in my hometown, the blue sky and white clouds in my hometown, the crescent moon in my hometown, and those simple and kind folks always haunt me.