For the sake of youth, we are not afraid of failure and strive to fly forward. Because we are young, we have inexhaustible energy to meet the peak of life.

Because we are young, we work hard. Life is a blank sheet of paper, waiting for everyone to draw with their own experience, and youth is the beginning of life on this blank sheet of paper; We are beautiful because we are young. The beauty of youth comes naturally, and we face life with our plain faces without any hypocrisy; We are happy because we are young. At this time, we are no longer that naive child, know what friendship is and what happiness is, and will never forget the friends who accompanied us through youth.

The bits and pieces of history are like sand shells scattered on the vast beach. I walked quietly, greedily looking at these glittering and precious treasures, and sometimes I picked up one or two shells that touched my heart, gave a dream and squatted down to put them on. Chinese dream, flowing in the years.

There is a shell on the beach that has experienced many vicissitudes. It is the story of China for five thousand years. From the creation of history by the Yellow Emperor to the reading of history today, I have read too many stories. Everyone in China has the same Chinese dream. Rich and strong! Rich and strong! The slogan of the Chinese dream continues. The Chinese dream flows in China's heart every day and night. No matter how difficult it is, earthquakes, mudslides and floods will still have a successful smile after vicissitudes. These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people. Collect every Chinese dream that has flowed through the years, fight for the world and dream for life.

There is a shining shell on the beach, which is the story of the successful launch of China Olympic Games, World Expo and Chang 'e II. When the applause thundered and the world turned its attention to China, I knew that the light of China had spread to every corner of the world. The Chinese dream is still going on, and our eyes are still persistent, silently contributing our meager strength. This is a dream, a dream called Chinese Dream, a dream that everyone in China has heard deeply. I look up at every struggling figure under the medal with the dimension of heart, listen to every step close to the Chinese dream, bend down and hold the honor of the passing years, raise my hand and salute, and shout out my Chinese dream.

There is a memorable shell on the beach, which is the story of China people traveling abroad. I clearly see that some people are in a foreign country, but they are carrying the soil of China with them. Some people shouted Long live China before the live broadcast of the Olympic Games. Someone said in an interview abroad, "I come from China, and we all have a dream. Her name is Chinese dream! " Yes, that is our Chinese dream, a belief, a nostalgia, a struggle, and the taste of the Chinese dream is everywhere. Even in a foreign country, we can still hum the melody of the national anthem, cherish the motherland, remember the Chinese dream and strive to create a better future.

As the tide rises and falls, I sit on the vast beach and look at the bustling China. The sun shone on me through the clouds. I stood up, my mouth slightly widened, with a strong, a glory, a memory, gently picked up a few shells, treasured in my body, encouraged myself, my heart was ready, planted a Chinese dream and created a better future.

My youth, my Chinese dream!