I will write a composition in the future.

A breeze, carrying a beautiful dream, blows into the blue sky, drives white clouds forward, flies to the sunset, flies into the sunset, and embroiders a gorgeous color for the purplish sky.

The future is ours. Of course we need it. Let's look for the future together, with colorful dreams, full of ideals, an ignorant heart and a youthful ignorance, and embark on the journey of looking for the future.

What is the future like? No one knows, but we can imagine, imagine a bright future, perhaps really like the book says:

You can lie on the green grass, smell the fragrant flowers, listen to the echo of the morning, whisper the words of Li Yu, or float in the blue sky and embrace the bright moon. ...

Can be at the peak of the Himalayas, let the boundless clear sky wash away the filth in my eyes; Let the breeze blow away the dirt in my heart. In the dead of night, when people look up at the sky, they quietly whisper to the stars and sing heart songs to the moon to drive away the sleepless loneliness. ...

You can stand on the Great Wall of Wan Li, overlooking the vast land, listening to the tragic and passionate cries of the Yellow River and the touching sobs of the Yangtze River. Man is softer than water. How many descendants of dragons have expressed their heartfelt wishes? How many heartbreaking Chinese dreams have been spit out? ...

You can carry a cloth bag, with a fiery heart, as a passer-by on the Silk Road, against the scorching sun. Even in the heat wave, confidence and perseverance are the fountain of desert; Even if you travel far, will and courage are crutches. Despite the flying sand all over the sky and the long journey, I am full of blood and let me gallop forward like a flying horse and fly high to the distant Sahara. ...

You can ride a camel, touch its soft hump, cross the Wanli Changsha and travel all over the charming Sahara. You can use camel's feet as a brush and yellow sand as a page to describe the mystery and mystery of the Sahara. Once upon a time, an ideal girl from China, wearing a shoulder, with an elegant, free and easy, romantic pride, watched the crying camel, weaved the story of the Sahara, wandered around the world, fell to a different place, and experienced the real life of the homeless. ...

You can fly to the Aegean Sea in Greece with dreamy wings, let the tide bring the cheers of the Olympic Games, and let the waves accompany Plato's meditation. Lying in the mysterious Greek temple, staring at the torch burning with cultural flavor and recalling romantic myths, I hope I can become a Greek goddess, cross the shoulders of the sun god and roam on the poetic road. ...

Yes-

These future ideals and wishes need us to realize, otherwise, this beautiful dream will be shattered in the ocean of reality.