Do you have a composition about dreams?

A paper plane flew past me gently. Oh, that small and light posture, that clean and dust-free flight, how familiar. Is it the one in the hand of my brother when I was a child? Suddenly, my sight has been quietly taken away by it, and my childhood memories are hanging in the treetops.

The sky is clear and holy, like a light blue silk handkerchief; Clouds, white and flawless clouds, like veils; The wind, carefree wind, set off bursts of golden wheat waves and shed brilliant hope. A little boy stood on the ridge of the field and released his paper plane. The plane flew downwind, and he cheered and waved his hands vigorously. This is my childhood brother. Folding planes and flying them were the greatest pleasures of his childhood. Although he didn't express his ambition to be a pilot or build a plane, he folded the paper plane again and again. He looked up at his paper plane flying in the sky and tried to smile with his eyes open. Brother must have a dream hidden in his heart-eager to fly and weave an ideal dream in the blue sky.

In this way, my brother folded up his childhood dream with his tender little hand. However, there is never a pair of gentle big hands to gently soothe his innocent dreams. Once, my brother excitedly picked up a paper plane that had just been folded and ran into the house. "Mom, this plane can fly very high. Come on, let me show you! . "He wants to drag his mother out. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm busy." Mother shook off his hand. "You are in elementary school, still playing with these useless planes. Go and do your homework! " ""It's already over. " The smile on my brother's face suddenly disappeared. He looked up at his unhappy mother and turned and walked away step by step. Several times, he looked at the paper plane in his hand and stopped to look back at his mother. His eyes are full of grievances and losses. What a nice paper plane. My mother will like it at first glance, but she didn't watch it just now.

This story has been repeated many times. Every time my brother runs happily, he comes back depressed. Gradually, my brother became silent. He often sits alone on the ridge of the field, sometimes looking up, watching his paper plane swim, glide and fly over the field; Sometimes he lowers his head, deep in thought, thinking about the doubts he has been unable to solve. He folded fewer planes, and finally one day, all his planes were left behind. I asked him why, but he just shook his head. Is it because you have really grown up? I don't know. I only know that no one has carefully appreciated his paper plane, and no one has touched his head and said, "Son, you are really good." No one tried to knock on his heart and listen to him. ...

Suddenly, I remembered the paper plane in front of me and hurried to look around. I saw it stuck firmly on a branch, unable to fly, but the sun shone on it, so beautiful. ...

Sandstorm dream

The land bears the tears of years, year after year, day after day, gradually changing its appearance.

I don't know when I had a dream: I hope to reach a prosperous place. After all, poverty is unbearable and desolate; I don't know which year and which month, the casual wind roared past, reflecting the afterglow of the dim sunset, following the footsteps of the wind, it began to fly all over the sky; I never thought about where this journey would go, but I just wanted to rely on the power of the wind to pursue my dreams.

Perhaps the former place was too desolate, and facing the road ahead, everywhere became a paradise of dreams. The wind took me to a distant place. I don't know how many vicissitudes I have experienced. I only remember that green grasslands have been hidden, lush forests have turned yellow, rivers and lakes have become turbid, and villages have been forgotten. The mountain lost some beauty and the water stopped running. Is this the dream I hope to realize in my heart? The city has also become the place where I live, shrouded, hazy and confused. Nothing can resist the frivolous wind. Faced with this situation, I want to go back to my original place. Even death.

I am a yellow sand. I originally stuck to my own soil, and just because I admired the power of the wind, I came to a place where I shouldn't have come. I only think I should also have a dream: to fly to the busy streets. I never thought that the place I arrived would be desolate. Maybe I was born, and prosperity is not my dream.

Freedom is the wings that the wind put on me, and let me fly to this distant place. Also because of freedom, I gathered strength for the wind, leaving the world without beautiful light. The wind made my dream come true, and because of the wind, my good hope was completely destroyed. I really should believe that where there is a dream, hell is also a paradise, but ......

If God gives me another chance to choose, I would rather be alone in that hellish desolation than come to this bustling paradise. In hell, at least I still have beautiful dreams.

Even if I die, I'm not afraid anymore. I see, I don't belong here, but in the distant soil, where I live. I no longer want freedom, because my freedom is absurd to human beings. How I wish I could get rid of the shackles of the wind and return to my desolation.

History, vicissitudes and glory should not leave me-Sha's dream.

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What ended this dream?

Walking through the spring and summer with rich wild fragrance and beautiful trees, roaming to the autumn and winter with clear wind and frost, the rain and dew in spring, the scorching sun in summer, the maple leaves in autumn and the snowflakes in winter are the messengers of the four seasons and the witnesses of my growth.

I am Xiaohua, and I don't know where the Taoist priest is.

I have lived in a small yard since I was a child. Although it is not big, it also has my happy and carefree memories. I have a beautiful and gorgeous morning glory sister. There is a tall and United Parthenocissus brother; There are four seasons long, petite and beautiful Chinese rose girls, and I look silly. "I want to be as beautiful as them when I grow up."

Rain and dew are the nutrients for my growth, and sunshine is the inexhaustible motive force for my growth.

Under their baptism and care, I finally put my head out and grew a place where I could only see the sky overhead.

In front of us is a hillside, which is full of flowers.

Close your eyes and smell the peculiar smell on this hillside. Incense is the thick accumulation of unknown flowers on the side, talking about scattered grass fragrance. Another spring is coming!

Begonia is light red, red is light white, and white is "sad but not hurt", covered with green leaves, which looks moderate, like a naive, fit and jubilant girl. When I first saw noble peonies, they were happily raised and cultivated in bright spring, luxurious spring and bright spring. As long as there is a breeze,

"I want to grow up, I can't be a beautiful begonia, I can't be a noble and elegant peony, I want to be a little flower known to the world." This is my pursuit.

I will work hard, cross the high wall that limits my life and reach the enviable mountain.

There was a lot of rain that year, and I have become the tallest one in my family. My companions all envy me, "Xiao Zi, wait for us! Where are you going? " I want to go to a distant place, to a place called grassland. "Are you going alone? How are you? " I have never thought about this problem, only know that I can get there if I want to. A bird flies over the quiet water. Without his companion, he is so lonely, so lonely to fly, towards the place where his dreams are buried, the mysterious distance. Is it driven by fate or his stubborn attempt?

I want to be that bird and try to realize my dream.

White winter, pink spring, red summer and orange autumn pass by my eyes.

The companion door is very high, looking for my footprints everywhere. "Petty bourgeoisie should be in that place called grassland!" "I don't think so. With her physique, it is not enough to resist the harsh conditions. I'm afraid I'll thank you before I go far. "

Maybe one day, they will climb over the wall to welcome spring. Then on the winding road, they will see their companions, Xiao Zi and I, lying quietly on the ground and becoming victims at the feet of pedestrians. But they won't. They have experienced the test of wind and rain in their growth, have strong physique and strong will, and will eventually achieve their dreams.

Looking for "dreams"

People are always looking for dreams, but in the long journey of looking for dreams, they don't know whether they are looking for the future or dreams.

"What are we looking for?" I often ask myself.

"Is it a dream?"

"What is a dream?"

"Is this a nearly perfect life?"

We have extraordinary wisdom, lofty quality, love from relatives, affection from lovers, righteousness from friends, and high-quality material life ... This life is perfect. But what if you really get it? How to develop at the peak of your career? Material life has been ahead of the trend, so why pursue it? The spiritual world is extraordinary, how can we improve it? We seem to have everything, but we have lost our direction and goal. If a semicircle becomes complete, everything is not satisfactory.

What exactly are we looking for? I was lost in thought.

Premier Zhou Enlai once said, "Learn for the rise of China." Marx also said in middle school that his study today and his future work are for the cause of all mankind. So how many people know what we are studying today and what our dreams are for? Some people will say that today we study to get into a good university and get into a good university to find a good job ..... This inevitably reminds people of the story of children and sheep.

An old man asked the child who was herding sheep, "What are you herding sheep for?" "To buy money," the child replied. "What is the money for?" "Marry a wife" and "Marry a wife for what?" "Give birth to a baby and then herd the sheep."

This story may be a bit vulgar, but it is this story that reminds me of how important the sense of responsibility and mission in life is. We don't live just to live. To live better, but to live for more people. We should have a mission to fight for it all our lives. This mission is not for the good work, good life, good work and good life of the next generation, but for the interests and happiness of more people.

As a China person, we have the heart to love our country, and as a person, we have the heart to love the people.

I am dreaming, and I am dreaming for others.

Many people don't have dreams, but they all say it's ridiculous to look for them in their dreams.

Find a dream, find a dream with a long way to go.

My dream

Everyone has their own dreams, and I am no exception. My dream is to be a glorious people's teacher, imparting knowledge with white chalk and caring for students with a broad mind.

Thinking about it, Sleeping God took me to 20 15, and I finally became a people's teacher. I walked into the classroom with a lesson plan in my hand and looked at the students' eyes for knowledge. I thought: I must teach them all the knowledge. In class, the students raised their hands and scrambled to answer questions. After class, regardless of fatigue, I patiently explained to those students who still have doubts about the knowledge in class. My classmates love and respect me. They regard me not only as a teacher and elder, but also as a friend who talks about everything, and even confide some little secrets to me that they don't want to tell their parents and classmates. After a unit test, a test paper caught my attention and my score was only "53". I called that classmate to the office and said to him, "Look for the reason. Why did you do so badly in the exam? Didn't you master this part of knowledge? " The classmate kept his head down for a long time without answering. His little face was red, and his little hands kept stirring with each other. Seeing the expression on his face that he wanted to say but didn't dare to say it, I guess he must have met with some difficulties. So, I pulled him to my side and patiently said to him, "Don't be afraid, the teacher knows that you are a good boy who loves to learn. If there is any problem, the teacher will help you solve it together. " The students looked up, and a pair of big clear eyes looked at me with trust and said, "Teacher, I actually understand it myself, because I am too slow to take notes in class and can't remember the key points, so I don't understand many things." Knowing what his problem was, I smiled and said to him, "No, you can come to my office every recess from tomorrow to help you make up lessons and improve your writing speed." In this way, after more than two weeks, his homework kept up and his writing speed increased several times. His parents also came to thank me specially, and I was very pleased to see that he had achieved ideal results again.

I am strict with them in my studies, but I care about them in my life. One day after class, a classmate came up to me and said, "Teacher, I don't feel well." I touched his head quickly. Ah! It's really hot. You must have a fever. I called the parents of the child and hurried him to the hospital. After the doctor's detailed examination, I caught a cold, nothing serious. A big stone hanging in my heart was put down. At this time, the parents of the children also came and thanked me again and again.

Swallow it, swallow it. At this time, my mother woke me up from the sleeping ocean. Mother said, "Get up quickly, it's time for breakfast." I rubbed my eyes and barely got up, but my thoughts remained on the platform and among the students. I think: I will definitely realize my dream.