Let's go with xx. Write a composition in Grade Two, about 600 words, and ask the writer for help. Thank you very much

I have a dream.

Everyone has his own dream in his heart, but most people think that his dream is just a dream, too unreal to imagine, so they bury it in their hearts and don't even give them a chance to break through the ground. In this way, how can his dream produce beautiful and fragrant flowers?

As we all know, Deng Yaping loves playing table tennis since she was a child, and she dreams of being able to show her talents in the world arena one day. But he was rejected by the national team because of his short stature and short hands and feet. But instead of being discouraged, she turned failure into motivation, practiced her skills hard and made persistent efforts, and finally pushed the bud of her dream away-she got her wish and stood on the podium of the world champion. In her sports career, she always won 18 world champion medals. Deng Yaping's outstanding achievements not only brought great glory to himself, but also changed the traditional concept of selecting athletes only among tall people in the world table tennis.

Before Liu Xiang, who would have thought that a yellow race would one day climb the podium of 1 10 meter hurdles? On August 27th, 2004, in the men's 1 10 meter hurdles final of Athens Olympic Games, Liu Xiang tied the record set by British player colin jackson with 12 second, won the gold medal, and created the miracle and myth of China people in short track events! After the game, he began to forget all about eating and sleeping. Many things happen. In the men's 1 10 meter hurdles final of the 2006 IAAF Super Grand Prix in Lausanne, Liu Xiang won the gold medal with a time of 12.88 seconds, breaking the world record of men 1 10 meter hurdles who had been sleeping for/3 years! At the beginning, the young buds, soaked in sweat, have already exuded the fragrance of the world!

I have always liked a poem by Grandma Bing Xin entitled "Successful Flowers": "Successful flowers/people only admire her present brilliance/but at the beginning, her buds/tears of struggle/blood rain of sacrifice." Successful flowers need sweat, tears and even blood.

This is the case on the field, isn't it the same in life?

I have a dream.

Decades ago, Martin Luther King, the famous leader of the American black civil rights liberation movement, delivered a world-famous speech < < I have a dream. It was this speech that made him win in leading the black civil rights liberation movement. It was also this speech that made his brilliant life.

Today, however, decades later, I stand on this stage, with the same passion, with the same hope to interpret different self, with the same enthusiasm to pursue different dreams.

As early as a few years ago, after the successful Olympic bid, all China people entered 2008 and Beijing with the same dream. They took part in the Olympic Games with great enthusiasm. With this hope, expectation and joy, they all cheered for the arrival of the Olympic Games. From that moment on, the Olympics walked with dreams and dreams followed the Olympics. Only the Olympic Games can realize this dream, and only dreams can make the Olympic Games better.

One world, one dream, one song, gave us the same feeling. The same Olympics bring us the same happiness. The same years leave different memories. On the same day, different lands in China were displayed.

I believe that as long as we contribute to the Olympic Games with practical actions, our Olympic Games will be more perfect.

As long as we greet and prepare for the Olympic Games with a caring heart, our Olympic Games will be more harmonious.

As long as we plan the games with a friendly heart, our Olympic Games will be more exciting.

As long as we are all grateful, the Olympic Games will become more valuable and meaningful.

My friends, don't think that doing these things is perfect. As long as we exist in everything, we will never be satisfied. So today I still have a dream, which has been deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone who loves the Olympics.

I dream that one day, the Olympic spirit will be sublimated and the true meaning of this dogma will be realized. We hold these truths to be self-evident: all men are created equal.

I have a dream that one day, the Olympic Games will no longer be so unattainable. Everyone can gallop on the court in their shirts.

I have a dream that one day, the Olympic spirit will enter every family and every corner of the world.

I have a dream that one day, whether in the endless Sahara desert or on the icy Mount Everest, it will be the host of the Olympic Games.

I have a dream that one day, the cruel competition among players will become intensive and friendly technical exchanges.

I have a dream that one day, at the Olympic Games, laughter will replace all disharmony.

I have a dream that one day, all the players can be brothers and sisters, go hand in hand and create brilliance together.

I have a dream that one day, people from all over the world will come together to organize an Olympic Games, pursue the same dream and pray for world peace, prosperity and prosperity.

This is our hope. With this belief, we can get better and better. With this belief, the clouds of peace can float in our world forever. With this belief, we can pray together, bless together and pursue together to achieve peace and tranquility in the world.

I have a dream.

Today, I am very happy to join you in the largest free demonstration and assembly in the history of our country.

100 years ago, a great American signed the Emancipation Declaration, and today we stand in front of his statue and gather together. This solemn declaration, like a beacon light, brought hope to millions of black slaves who suffered in the unjust fire that destroyed their lives. It is like a happy dawn, ending the long night that binds the black people.

However, today, after 100 years, we must face up to the tragic fact that black people are not yet free. /kloc-today, 0/00 years later, blacks are still tragically hobbled under the shackles of apartheid and racial discrimination. 100 years later, black people still live on an island of poverty in the sea of Wang Yang, where material prosperity exists. 100 years later, blacks are still languishing in the corner of American society and still feel that they are drifting in their native land. Therefore, we are here today to make this appalling situation public.

In a sense, we came to the national capital to cash a check. When the founders of our country drafted the glorious chapter of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they signed a promissory note that every American could inherit. This promissory note promises everyone, whether white or black, the inalienable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

Today, however, the United States obviously owes its colored citizens this promissory note. Instead of honoring this sacred debt, the United States began to give black people a bad check-a check that was returned with the seal of "insufficient funds". However, we never believe that a just bank will go bankrupt. We never thought that this country's huge treasure trove of opportunities would be underfunded.

Then, let's cash this check. This check will give us precious freedom and justice.

We have also come to this holy place to remind the United States that this is an extremely urgent moment. Now is not the time to take your time or take gradualist sedatives. Now is the time to realize the promise of democracy. It's time for out of the dark's desolate apartheid valley to embark on a racial equality sunshine avenue. It is time for our country to walk out of the quicksand of racial inequality and step on the rock full of brotherhood. Now is the time for all God's children to truly enjoy justice.

Ignoring the urgency of this moment will be fatal to this country. Until the autumn of freedom and equality comes, the heat of black reasonable grievances will not pass. 1963 is not the end, but the beginning.

If this country continues to go its own way, those who want black people to be satisfied just by venting their anger will be disappointed. There will be neither peace nor tranquility in the United States until the black people obtain civil rights. The whirlwind of resistance will continue to shake the cornerstone of our country until the glorious day of justice comes.

However, I have something to say to those who stand on the dangerous threshold leading to the hall of justice. In the process of striving for legal status, there must be no wrong actions that lead to crimes. We must never swallow the bitter wine of hatred to relieve our desire for freedom.

We should always fight properly and strictly. We can't let our creative protests turn into violence. We should constantly sublimate to the lofty realm of dealing with physical strength with soul strength.

The new miraculous fighting spirit sweeping across the black society should not lead us to distrust all white people-because many white brothers have realized that their destiny is closely related to ours and their freedom is closely related to ours. Their coming here to attend the rally today is proof of this.

We can't act alone. When we act, we must make sure to go forward bravely. We cannot retreat. Enthusiasts of the civil rights movement were asked, "When will you be satisfied?" We will never be satisfied as long as black people are still victims of unspeakable police brutality and terror. We will never be satisfied as long as we are shut out of motels and city hotels beside the highway after a tiring journey. As long as the basic activities of black people are confined to a narrow black residential area to a larger black residential area, we will never be satisfied. As long as our children are deprived of their personality and dignity by the "white only" sign, we will never be satisfied. As long as the blacks in Mississippi can't participate in the election, and as long as the blacks in new york think that they have nothing to do with the election, we will never be satisfied. No, no, we won't be satisfied until justice flows like water and gushes out like a spring.

It's not that I haven't noticed that some of you have gone through a lot of hardships to come here. Some of you just walked out of your cell. Some people come from areas where the pursuit of freedom has been hit by persecution storms and ravaged by police brutality. You've been through a lot. Keep working hard and believe that innocent suffering will eventually be saved.

Go back to Mississippi; Back to Alabama; Back to South Carolina; Go back to Georgia; Back to Louisiana; Back to the slums and black communities of our northern cities. You know, this situation can and will change. We cannot fall into the abyss of despair.

My friends, today I want to tell you that despite the difficulties at present, I still have a dream. This dream is deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day, this country will rise up and realize the true meaning of its founding creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hill in Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together and share brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day, even Mississippi, a desert state with a heat wave of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that one day my four children will live in a country where they will be judged not by the color of their skin but by their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, Alabama will change-although the governor of Alabama still talks about challenging and refusing to enforce federal laws-where black children can join hands with white children like brothers and sisters.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, the deep valleys will be closed, the mountains will be leveled, the roads will be smooth, the winding paths will become thoroughfares, the glory of God will reappear, and all living things in the world will be admired.

This is our hope. This is the belief that I will bring back to the south. With this belief, we can mine the stone of hope from the mountain of despair. With this belief, we can turn the noisy and harsh quarrel in this country into a musical symphony full of brotherhood. With this belief, we can work together, pray together, fight together, go to jail together, and safeguard freedom together, because we know that we will be free one day.

On this day, all children of God can sing this song with a new meaning:

My motherland, lovely king of thailand, I am song for you. This is the place where my ancestors died, which is the pride of early immigrants. Let freedom ring from every mountainside.

If America is to be a great country, this must be realized. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire!

Let freedom ring from the mountains of new york!

Let freedom ring from Allegheny Peak in Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Loki Mountains of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the beautiful peaks of California!

No, not only that; Let freedom ring from stone mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from lookout mountain in Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every mountainside of Mississippi!

Let freedom ring from every hillside!

When we let freedom ring, when we let freedom ring from every village and town, we can speed up this day. At that time, all the children of God, black and white, Jew and gentile, Jesus and Catholic, will be able to join hands and sing the old song of black soul: "Free at last! Free at last! Thanks to Almighty God, we are finally free! "

I have a dream.

Today, I want to express my dream here, in such a sacred and glorious place, a dream buried in my heart for many years.

/kloc-More than 0/00 years ago, loong fell asleep quietly, and her people suffered unprecedented ravages and humiliation for thousands of years. However, the people of China with a long history have never bowed to any enemy. The tenacious struggle of our ancestors will always go down in history as a glorious banner guiding us forward.

From Kang Youwei's long political reform chapter to Sun Yat-sen's gunfire of the Revolution of 1911, from the Northern Expedition of the National Revolutionary Army to the Long March of the Chinese Workers and Peasants Red Army, the ancestors witnessed the arduous course of history with blood.

When the new China was born, the motherland was riddled with holes and devastation, which made everyone want to cry. However, we don't believe that the door to prosperity has been closed, the prosperous factories have gone bankrupt and the prosperous banks have gone bankrupt. The industrious and brave people of China once again challenged history and destiny. In just over 50 years, the motherland has made the world sit up and take notice with unprecedented speed and achievements. When loong wakes up, it will be brought into space with lightning speed, and the Eight Wastes will be swallowed up.

Today, I have a dream that one day we will follow in the footsteps of our ancestors and finish their unfinished business.

Today, I have a dream. I dream that our belief in going forward can fill the gap of historical grievances and create a golden road to success.

Today, I have a dream that all my compatriots struggling with hunger can get rid of poverty and have plenty of food and clothing.

This is my dream.

Let my dreams spread all over the exceptionally charming Linhai Snowfield in Heilongjiang; Let my dream baptize the warm and humid Jiangnan water town; Let my dream cross the lofty mountains and cross the cross section; Let my dream cover Dangshan desert.

Let my dream soar with the eagle in the air; Let my dream ride the wind and waves in the East China Sea with warships; Let my dream run with Hulunbeier's horse; Let my dream sweep the tide with the typhoon of Penghu Islands.

Thousands of years of wind and rain are like blades.

China's blood is still red.

Gankun has experienced thousands of years of snow.

China can be called Wowanlong.

When my dream comes true, I will shout with all China people: Long live unity; Long live the people; Long live the motherland!

I have a dream.

I have a dream.

My dream is to be an official. Vulgar! How vulgar! You don't have to tell me this is vulgar. However, this is a fact. Perhaps it is such a vulgar dream that hides a great goal.

Born in a worker's family, I have long been tired of seeing the deformed faces of the so-called "people's public servants" supported by public funds. I hate being an official. I hate stamping my feet when I see them "paunchy" walking into a star-rated hotel. When I saw that the corrupt man was sentenced, I applauded. You must be wondering why I hate being an official so much and want to be an official in my dreams. Don't worry, listen to me slowly.

Now the officialdom, corruption and bribery is so serious, I want to tube, I will be an official. Isn't it? In socialist countries, the people are the masters of their own affairs. How many officials are elected by the people? How many corrupt criminals accepted bribes, but when people asked him, he escaped? Now officials are quick-sighted and quick-witted, and it seems to have become a routine-they only see money, but they never hear people's grievances. What can an ordinary person do? This political issue is not handled by officials. I will punish those corrupt officials. If I am an ordinary person, can I care? But if I become an official, I can manage. The bigger the official, the more I manage.

If I become an official, I don't want people with money, no brains, simple minds and "developed limbs" to be on the political throne. The people want a corrupt official to step down. If his "old man" is hard of hearing and can't hear, I will convey it to the people and tell him loudly: "You can go home to support the elderly." I can't believe he can't hear me. If he gives full play to his specialty, I will kick him out of the house rudely.

I'm still a child who hasn't stepped out of the textbook and stepped into the society. I have a dream, which is to be an official. In other words, punish corrupt officials, speak for the people, work for the people, and dispel the dark clouds in the political sky tomorrow. Do you still think my dream is vulgar?