Everyone should have their own dreams.

Dreams belong to everyone.

It makes no difference, regardless of good or bad, high or low.

Some people think that setting a lofty dream goal for themselves is too high. Let me add: but if he is down-to-earth and firmly sets out towards his dream, then his dream will eventually come true.

Some people say that the old man in The Old Man and the Sea is stupid. He fought the shark alone, but he finally pulled back the fish bone and found nothing. But I think the old man is a smart man and knows how to pursue his dreams. Although he lost the food he needed for his body, he gained inexhaustible spiritual food.

Edison had a dream: to invent more practical things to benefit mankind. Thus, his life has a direction, his achievements are great, his life is brilliant, and his name is immortal. Why did he succeed? Because he has been chasing his dreams all his life.

Qu Yuan also has a dream: to make his motherland stronger and not be oppressed by Qin. So he has "a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down." This famous saying. This is not only a portrayal of his lofty integrity, but also his courage to pursue his dreams and his determination to realize them.

Most people in the world are mediocre and have lived a short life. Only a few people have become great men. Why are people born in the same world, eating the same food and living in the same era so different in their achievements? Looking around, you will find that every great man actually has a great dream. Is it national liberation?

Is it to make the motherland strong? Is it for the benefit of all mankind or to leave spiritual food for future generations? Or ... in any case, every great man is fighting for his dream and never gives up. Slowly, they became a generation of great men.

Oh, it's so easy to be a great person!

Yes, it's that simple.

This is the power of dreams. Chase your dreams and never give up!

The teacher told us that there is a kind of cicada called eighteen years cicada. It will live in wet and dark soil for eighteen years, then break out of the ground, sing for a summer, and finally die silently. I thought: What can make it live alone for eighteen years? Finally, the answer is: it was a dream, a singing dream! It is this dream that supports it and has spent a lonely and great life!

Don't sigh that life is short. Pick up the seeds of dreams, sow them all your life and harvest them at the last minute. You will find that your life is actually wonderful and full!

The happiness brought by chasing dreams is immeasurable, which may be the taste of life.

Let's go Set out with dreams and set sail with hope. ...

grow up

Under the dim light, I stared at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea. The sweetness in bitterness is also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outline the hazy memory, but the memory is no longer hazy.

Too much homework "makes it difficult for us" to have fun, and the teacher's seriousness "inhibits" laughter and heavy pressure, and "creates" us in our dreams-growing troubles. Open the heavy book of memories, a little bit of thoughts, perhaps some tireless looking back on the past.

When I first arrived, a fragile me was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the battlefield of "blood", but I stood up again with the phrase "reading with a light in my sleep and ringing a bell in my dream". In those years, I was lost in the dark. After the research, sometimes I also found a lawn that has not yet withered and yellow, sometimes it is in front of my desk, beside the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last touch of bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as it's a tree, it's enough. When I watch them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone. I will devote myself to my busy study.

As if the fragrance of tea filled the "world", my mood was boiling.

My efforts have overcome my troubles and everything, making it seem like the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer. "Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but anyone who relaxes at this turning point is "a swamp thousands of miles away, a thorn bush thousands of miles away". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters." Do you really want your troubles to turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul and make you bored and upset?

If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back. These tiny things seem deja vu, and they seem to bother us all the time. In the growing nature, learning, which was once like a breeze, has been attacked by storm-like learning and pressure, blowing away the depths of memory.

My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the room has quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the troubles of growing up, "be bored", time "go" and experience "more". After tasting tea again, the "bitterness" seems to disappear with the temperature and the time measured by the mind.