Ideal is a beautiful prose flower.

The ideal is not to copy the success of others blindly, but to think about how to combine the success of others and realize the ideal in your own way.

People always have some ideals in this life. Ideal makes you smile and observe life; Ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate. Ideal makes you forget the early gray hair on your temples; Ideal makes your head white and naive.

Lang Ping has an ideal. In the peak match between China and the United States, Lang Ping defeated the defense of American women's volleyball team and helped China win the championship. Because she has an ideal, in the face of difficulties, she is not afraid of difficulties, setbacks, and illness. She puts the spirit of struggle into life like a nail, and the ideal becomes a flower that is not afraid of difficulties.

Mo Zhengao had an ideal, so in the medicine town, in that mountain, he supported many students with his meager salary, enabling them to enter universities and realize their university dreams. Because he had an ideal, difficulties never convinced him, and the ideal became a big flower.

Ideal is a flower that never fades, as Shakespeare said, "Time will fade away the brilliance and exquisiteness of youth. Carving parallel lines on a beauty's forehead will eat natural beauty and rare treasures, and nothing can escape her sickle. " As time goes by little by little, the light disappears in the ocean of time. Only the ideal is still there, supporting us to move forward.

Great men are great because their ideals support them and remind them that it is time to work hard and realize their ideals.

There are many people without ideals in reality. They muddle along every day and make no progress. Such people can only be said to be pathetic. Everyone wants to pick the ideal flowers, but the ideal flowers are only open to hard-working people and only picked by successful people.

Bing Xin said that ideal is the flower of success, and people only admire its brilliance now; But at the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and covered with blood and rain of sacrifice.

Breeze, through the flowers, through the Woods, ethereal. The sun crossed the green hills, sank into the sea and drifted away. Even if things are unpredictable, we can't copy the success of others. We just need to start with a smile and work hard with our ideals, and you will definitely pick that flower.

Adhere to the ideal, and the other shore will bloom. On the road to success, flowers are in full bloom.