My campus, my dream

Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I have entered the sixth grade. Became a teenager. In my desirable childhood, I spent most of my time in school, and the place that impressed me the most was school.

In all the schools I have attended, no matter whether they are luxurious or humble, excellent or good, they all carry my dreams. There are green grass, fragrant wildflowers, lush trees, and a playground for students to run. No matter what a small object, it is full of my good memories of the school.

In the morning, the students carried their schoolbags and walked into the campus through the muddy path, smelling the fragrant fragrance, sitting in the classroom and reading in high spirits. Their reading sound made the whole school full of vitality. The students worked hard to study and made continuous efforts and progress for their own goals. The teacher also worked very hard to teach us to study and made selfless dedication. There is a saying that is good: "and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die. Their spirit is worth learning from all of us. Here, I thank all the teachers who helped me and sincerely say to them, "Thank you, teachers!"!

then, talk about my ideal! My ideal is to be admitted to a good middle school. I will strive for this goal. Come on! Come on! Come on!

My campus, my dream, was realized in this school. I will work hard to realize my dream! 2. My Campus My Dream Composition

What is a dream? I fantasize, naive dream, live the life of a prince and live in a happy country.

but this is imagination after all. The sword of reality pricks innocence and brings reality.

when I stepped into this campus, I came with innocence. On the first day of school, the bustling crowd was surging back and forth. I was mixed in the middle, looking for my own class, and looking for my name on the table with the students' classes printed on it.

I saw that my name was printed on Class 8, and in this way, I became a member of Class 8. I don't know anyone in that strange environment.

I naively think that I can adapt quickly, but this is not the case. Strangeness reminds me of my home. Crying secretly in the dark, under the covers, I don't want anyone to hear me.

The study and life in my alma mater has begun. Once again, I naively think that as long as I listen carefully in class, the exam will not be bad. This time, I was wrong again. It is not enough to just listen carefully in class, because what you have in class is just a scratch. In the dark, I worked hard just to avoid making naive mistakes again.

However, I made such a mistake inevitably. I think the students should be the same, but the test scores divide us into three grades, and the secular prejudice divides us into good students and bad students, ambitious students and ordinary students.

and I am glad to wander between good students and bad students and become a member of ordinary students. Naive dreams are shattered by this unhealed.

But it's not a bad thing, at least it taught me reality. In this way, I started a realistic dream.

Students in my class may swear and even start work because of a small disagreement. I live in such an environment. But such a thing will not affect the unity of the students. Although we beat, scold and scold on weekdays, the teacher's impression of our class is not very good.

but we are still very United. At the critical moment, everyone is twisted into a rope, * * * advancing and retreating, * * * suffering. Everyone is in high spirits.

Some people say that schools are like a small society. That's true, but the small society in our class has taught me unity.

Although year after year, people get together, go in and out, but Class 8 has taught me what a group is. I left my parents' warm wings, walked into a self-reliant life and had my own independent thinking.

I think of my parents who are running for themselves. Because I have us, my parents' young faces are occupied by wrinkles, and their black hair has unsociable silver threads. A basin of foot washing water made my mother's tears drop into the basin, which was the first time I washed my mother's feet.

Giving my father a back rub after a hard day's work makes his father happy. This is the filial piety that my alma mater taught me. He didn't explode and resound through the sky, only a sincere heart.

during my three years in my alma mater, there was only a short time left. He broke my childish dream and gave me maturity. He is not perfect and can't give me a fairy-tale dream, but it has really taught me to be a man and taught me many things. He is not wonderful, but he has drawn a lot on my trajectory, and I can't forget him.

My alma mater is dreaming my own dream. 3. My Campus My Dream Composition

Life is originally a dream. This dream is colorful, some confusing, some magical changes, some thrilling, and this dream is varied. Sometimes, "one game can have ten dreams"

I have heard Tom Chang's beautiful song: "My future is not a dream, treat every minute seriously." Listening to this song always gives people a vague dream feeling.

Dreams are very strange. Sometimes things happen during the day and can appear in dreams at night. Even things that I haven't finished during the day can continue to be interpreted in my sleep.

As soon as I entered primary school, I dreamed of practicing my words and laying a good foundation. Driven by this little dream, I became very diligent, patient and patient. I think, it's definitely right to walk towards the dream. Although the dream is small, it is happy and beautiful!

In junior high school, I still dream of being an excellent class cadre and staying in the top five in grade. I live a happy and carefree life, weaving happy dreams. With my efforts, more and more dreams have come true, and they are no longer a dream. However, by the third day of junior high school, the dream that has been woven firmly suddenly became a little loose and wobbly. Finally, the dream of being admitted to the key points was broken, which was painful, helpless, sad and helpless!

After losing, I wiped away my tears smartly, and I still searched for the unfinished dream in an ordinary high school, hoping to weave the imperfect dream more roundly and beautifully. At one time, I kept trying to create dreams. However, as more and more dreams were ruthlessly shattered, I felt sad and tired that I could no longer support many small dreams.

Nowadays, dreams seem to be extravagant, and occasionally teachers. Speak smoothly and sing briskly. However, to predict the future, you can only use dreams to measure it. Sometimes dreams can be easily turned into reality, but more often they have to be woven countless times before they can become reality.

Dream is a very pleasant term. On the edge of dream and reality, it is more realistic. However, the same wonderful dream is also a kind of enjoyment and a kind of life.

Life is like a dream, a dream.

In life, you should have the dream of never reaching the summit, but you should know that not everyone has the ability to climb the summit. The most important thing is not whether you can reach the summit, but whether you have done your best to reach the goal in your heart, which is a kind of success! 4. The composition "My Campus Dream" in the second day of junior high school is 5 words

Life is originally a dream. This dream is colorful, some confusing, some magical changes, some thrilling, and this dream is varied. Sometimes, "One game can make ten dreams" once heard Tom Chang's beautiful song: "My future is not a dream, so treat every minute seriously.

"Listening to this song always gives people a vague dream feeling. Dreams are very strange. Sometimes things happen during the day and can appear in dreams at night. Even things that I haven't finished during the day can continue to be interpreted in my sleep. As soon as I entered primary school, I dreamed of practicing my words and laying a good foundation. Driven by this little dream, I became very diligent and patient, and my whole primary school life was also. I think, it's definitely right to walk towards the dream. Although the dream is small, it is happy and beautiful! When I was in junior high school, I still dreamed of being an excellent class cadre and staying in the top five in grade. I live a happy and carefree life, weaving happy dreams. With my efforts, more and more dreams have come true, and they are no longer a dream. However, by the third day of junior high school, the dream that has been woven firmly suddenly became a little loose and wobbly. Finally, the dream of being admitted to the key points was broken, which was painful, helpless, sad and helpless! After the loss, I wiped away my tears very smartly, and I was still looking for the unfinished dream in an ordinary high school, hoping to weave the imperfect dream into a more round and beautiful one. For a while, I continued to work hard to create dreams. However, with more and more dreams being ruthlessly shattered, I feel that I can no longer support many small dreams. Nowadays, dreams seem to be extravagant, and only when the teacher praises myself occasionally can I have small dreams.

"It's very smooth, and it's very lively. However, if you want to predict the future, you can only use dreams to measure it. Sometimes dreams can be easily turned into reality, but more often, they have to be woven countless times before they can become reality. Dreams, a very pleasant term, are more realistic on the edge of dreams and reality. However, equally wonderful dreams are also a kind of enjoyment and a kind of life. Life is like a dream, and dreams are life! In life, we should have the dream of never reaching the summit, but we should know that not everyone has the ability to climb the summit. The most important thing is not whether we can reach the summit, but whether we have done our best to reach the goal in our hearts, which is a kind of success. 5. My Campus My Dream Composition

What is a dream? I fantasize, naive dream, live the life of a prince and live in a happy country. But this is imagination after all. The sword of reality pricks innocence and brings reality.

when I stepped into this campus, I came with innocence. On the first day of school, the bustling crowd was surging back and forth. I was mixed in the middle, looking for my own class, and looking for my name on the table with the students' classes printed on it. I saw that my name was printed on Class 8, and in this way, I became a member of Class 8. I don't know anyone in that strange environment. I naively think that I can adapt quickly, but this is not the case. Strangeness reminds me of my home. Crying secretly in the dark, under the covers, I don't want anyone to hear me.

The study and life in my alma mater has begun. Once again, I naively think that as long as I listen carefully in class, the exam will not be bad. This time, I was wrong again. It is not enough to just listen carefully in class, because what you have in class is just a scratch. In the dark, I worked hard just to avoid making naive mistakes again. However, I made such a mistake inevitably. I think the students should be the same, but the test scores divide us into three grades, and the secular prejudice divides us into good students and bad students, ambitious students and ordinary students. And I am glad to wander between good students and bad students and become a member of ordinary students. Naive dreams are shattered by this unhealed. But this is not a bad thing, at least he taught me reality.

in this way, I started a realistic dream. My classmates may swear and even start work because of a small disagreement. I live in such an environment. But such a thing will not affect the unity of the students. Although we beat, scold and scold on weekdays, the teacher's impression of our class is not very good. But we are still very United. At the critical moment, everyone is twisted into a rope, and * * * is advancing and retreating, and * * * is in trouble. Everyone is in high spirits. Some people say that schools are like a small society. That's true, but the small society in our class has taught me unity. Although year after year, people get together and go in and out, Class 8 has taught me what a group is.

I left my parents' warm wings, walked into a self-reliant life, and had my own independent thinking. I think of my parents who are running for themselves. Because I have us, my parents' young faces are occupied by wrinkles, and their black hair has unsociable silver threads. A basin of foot washing water made my mother's tears drop into the basin, which was the first time I washed my mother's feet. Beating my father's back after a hard day's work makes my father happy. This is the filial piety that my alma mater taught me. He didn't explode and resound through the sky, only a sincere heart.

during my three years in my alma mater, there was only a short time left. He broke my childish dream and gave me maturity. He is not perfect and can't give me a fairy-tale dream, but it did teach me to be a man and a lot of things. < P > He is not wonderful, but he drew a lot of strokes on my trajectory, and I can't forget him.

My alma mater is dreaming my own dream. 6. Write a 15-word composition based on (my youth, my dream).

My youth, my dream. Last summer, we counted the seashore with shells and waves. We prayed that we could keep such a carefree smile today next year. You were the summer when the sea breeze blew through the blue sky of palm, which made me forget how salty the tears were. When you appeared, it was sunny, and I wanted to hear you willfully say that you would take me to travel around the world. Even if the whole world changed, it would not change for you. A year later, we embarked on our own journeys, although we could not experience them. I still remember the agreement made by the seaside, and I want to hear your willful saying that you will take me to travel around the world. Even if the whole world changes, I will give you my heart as a souvenir for your brave self. This love is fresh at any time when you open it, and it will become sweet when you open your eyes. I will see that you will always give me your heart as a souvenir for my dream. Only with your blessing can I go forward completely. Our love is embedded in the album of youth. Do we still remember it, just like this lyric, ignorant youth and pure dreams! Looking back at this time, it has long been forgotten by time, buried by work, and the reality is frozen in memory. The promises made to each other and the vows that they will not give up their dreams are just empty talk now! In the classroom after school, I recalled last summer, when I didn't have too many distractions, and I was simply shy. We talked all the time in the room that wasn't cleaned, only to understand that youth was originally called parabola. My thoughts had been quietly sleeping in a clean pocket. The coffee shop opposite was still playing that paragraph. Once upon a time, I listened to my favorite record and recalled our past. Every page was so sweet that I wanted to go back. (Reality) I don't know when I started to think independently. When I travel alone, I carry a backpack called Responsibility. There is a muddy path under my feet, but there is no road sign in front of me. I choose to escape regardless of the doubts and return to the arms of my family again and again. I have grown wings, but I haven't for a long time.