Dream is a stone, knocking out the fire of a star; Dream is a fire, lighting the extinguished lamp; Dreams are lights that illuminate the road at night; Dreams are the way to lead you to the dawn.

Everyone has a dream, and every dream is a beautiful long-cherished wish, just like an angel with wings, pure and beautiful. We are great because of our dreams, and all the winners are saving Mr. Banks: by the fire on a winter night, dreaming of the future in the cloudy rain and fog. Some people let their dreams die quietly, while others carefully cultivate and maintain their dreams until they tide over the difficulties and usher in light and hope, which always come to those who truly believe that their dreams will come true.

Socrates once said: "The happiest thing in the world is to fight for the ideal." As teenagers, we should constantly pursue our ideals.

Napoleon's "ideal star"-When Napoleon was a simple child, his uncle accidentally asked Napoleon what he wanted to be when he grew up. After listening to his uncle's question, Napoleon immediately gushed out his long-cherished ambition. Napoleon Jr. started with his determination to join the army. He was eager to lead the French army, sweep across Europe, build an unprecedented super empire and make himself the emperor of this great empire. Unexpectedly, after listening to Napoleon's ambition, my uncle laughed on the spot and pointed to Napoleon's forehead and sneered: "Fantasy, everything you said is fantasy! Want to be the emperor of France? That's impossible! In my opinion, you will still be a novelist when you grow up, but it will be easier to realize your dream of being an emperor. " Little Napoleon was robbed by his uncle for a while. Instead of being angry, he quietly went to the window, pointed to the distant horizon and asked seriously, "Uncle, can you see that star?" At noon, Napoleon's uncle went to the window in surprise and replied blankly, "What stars? It's noon, of course I can't see it! Son, are you crazy? " Facing his uncle's question again, Napoleon Jr. said calmly, "That's the star! I can really see it still hanging high in the sky, flashing for me day and night, and it is my star of hope; As long as it exists for one day, my dream will never be shattered-"In fact, the star of hope has never been hung high in the sky. It has been hidden in Napoleon's heart. Under the guidance of the inner star of hope, Napoleon finally became a real French emperor. Throughout the ages, countless histories tell us that dreams are not utopia. When a person has his own dream, he has already succeeded in half his life. People with dreams deserve respect, on the contrary, people without dreams are sad.

Let's embrace our dreams and gain another experience of life in the journey of finding our dreams. I hope it helps you!

2. How to write a composition This is me.

Hello, everyone. My name is Xiang XXX. I am a freshman who has just entered middle school. Like many freshmen, I came to the sacred palace with a curious heart and a strong thirst for knowledge. Presumably everyone is not very familiar with me! Let me introduce myself to you.

I am plain: my round face is embedded with a pair of small but intense eyes; Below the eyes is a collapsed nose that is almost close to the face, which can even remind people of the "open plain"; Under my nose is my glib mouth, which often helps me bring joy to everyone! Although I am plain, my personality is quite different from that of many girls of my age:

I have short black and refreshing hair, and then I look like a boy with my name. My hobbies and personality are the same as many boys. I like sports, badminton and table tennis room. My personality is similar to that of boys. I like neatness, seriousness, finish what I started, and I don't like procrastination and muddling along. This may be my advantage! Because, since I was a child, I like to do something seriously and persistently, and I will stick to it even if I encounter great difficulties. I'm not bragging:

I remember when I first transferred from my hometown to Beijing, I really knew six things about English-nothing. I was in the fourth grade at that time. I'm already strong. I am really unhappy to watch my classmates always get ideal results in exams, but I can't. It was at this time that I secretly made up my mind: I must catch up with my classmates and try to surpass them! From then on, I began to work hard to fulfill my promise: I have three hours of extracurricular classes every Sunday; I practice every night ... in this way, with my persistence in English, my English scores have improved slowly. Unconsciously, my English scores have been among the best, which makes me unable to describe how happy I am! Similarly, this also confirms an old saying of China: Nothing is difficult if you put your mind to it! You say, is it?

No one is perfect, of course, I also have many shortcomings. But the most "fatal" thing is that I am careless. This shortcoming has been with me for six years and I really want to get rid of it. However, no matter how hard I try, there will always be some small mistakes at important moments. I really hope I can get rid of this shortcoming, or the old saying goes: nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind! I believe that one day I will have my advantages to overcome my fatal shortcomings.

Do you know me? This is me, a plain me, a boy-like me, a persistent me, a careless me.

3. How to write the composition of Yangling Waterway Center? When it comes to travel notes, I can't find the north. The motherland, a great country, is of course a place I yearn for infinitely. Because I am "penniless", I have no choice but to be trapped in the central and western Shaanxi and have never been anywhere. Because I can't write, I was once beaten by my teacher in the second grade. Writing travel notes can be summarized in ten words: once bitten, twice shy. But I especially like going to the Expo Park in Yangling. I've been there several times!

Expo Park is the pride of Yangling!

Standing at the gate, you will be fascinated by her grandeur at first. Her door is really special: the ticket office is at the door, surrounded by stones, which looks very hidden, like a bunker, and naturally there is a high Great Wall connected from the stones. Looking through the electric folding door, I saw a tall statue of Hou Ji standing in the middle, surrounded by colorful flowers, which set off the statue of Hou Ji more spiritually. Walking back along the statue of Hou Ji, you will see a large artificial lake, not deep, but crystal clear, with many small goldfish swimming in the water! There are winding promenades, arch bridges and rotating waterwheels on the lake, which is very unique.

Further along the artificial lake, there are soil museum and agricultural history museum, animal museum on the left and insect museum on the right. Behind it is a big butterfly garden.

Insect museum, the appearance alone is very special. You see, this arch is made of tempered glass with neat dots on it. From a distance, it looks like a big ladybug, and the exhibition hall is the body of the ladybug.

4. How to write this composition? Because I have you all the way, I am willing to suffer a little.

Even if one day my road is full of hardships, even if one day the wind roars in my life ... I won't be afraid, because I know that there are you along the way. Because you always told me, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there is no smooth sailing, and there is no plain and comfortable life.

I'm glad to meet you in the thirteenth summer of my life. It seems that the previous twists and turns were all to better pave the way for my meeting with you.

So in the three cycles of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I feel rich happiness overflowing my heart. In this winter, I will use this sincere article to thank you for your company. Even though I know that there is not much time left, I always believe that even if I am separated one day, those touching moments will always accompany me and become a beautiful scenery lingering in my mind.

What I want to say most is gratitude. The world you showed me is colorful.

Faces full of joys and sorrows filled the gaps in my heart. Looking back on the past days, even for a moment, will still be as fresh as it happened yesterday.

I remember the cheerful singing and confident smile on the stage because your trusting and encouraging eyes gave me courage and belief; The fighting figures and loud slogans on the playground are because of your enthusiastic cries of trust, which gave me confidence and strength. So every time, even with tears in my eyes, I can still feel a cheerful smile on my face.

Because, you taught me to laugh at everything. All the days we struggled together and the sweat we shed together have long been my creed along the way.

Although the journey with you is more difficult than easy, it is also more joyful than sad. A year ago, I regretted not using a machine to record any bits and pieces between us.

But now I understand that the beating heart in the chest is a time machine as magical as Doraemon. Whenever, we can go back to the past and continue those sweet memories. Now I have long known that separation is not far away, and there is not much time left for you to struggle. However, since we are destined to know each other, we will always be together, and separation is not terrible, because if we engrave each other in our minds, that feeling will be immortal.

The coming year is another cycle. How much do you know about flowers? The smoke has passed. Blooming does not mean the end of a beautiful flowering period, but the beginning of a new season, just as separation does not mean the end, but the beginning of another journey. At that time, you and I will certainly work hard and struggle in a brand-new life.

Thank you for everything you taught me. I will go forward with a beautiful heart. It's far, but I'm not afraid.

Because I believe you will always be by my side.

5. How to write this composition My father always smiled when he was young. Even though his mother quarreled with him sometimes, he always greeted him with a smile.

Once my mother was so angry that she turned and closed the door as soon as she entered the room. My father pushed me into the middle of the door when I was three. I saw my father smiling, but I didn't know what to do. I stood at the door, looked up at my mother and looked back at my father.

Mother couldn't help laughing. At that time, my father was a middle school physics teacher. When I grow up, I am curious about the school curriculum.

I admire seeing my father speaking on the podium, but my father said not to be disturbed in class. I wanted to go in but didn't dare, so I poked around at the door.

Dad just wrote something on the blackboard and didn't look at the movement below. The students became active, and several people motioned for me to go in. I took two steps, shrank my feet and looked at my father. He is still writing letters, but he hasn't seen me.

I was so nervous when I walked in, and finally I squeezed myself behind the door and dared not come out again. Dad finished writing and continued his class, only to see all the students smiling while covering their mouths. Finally, he found the movement behind the door. He opened the door and saw me hiding, with a gentle smile on his face, reaching out to touch my head.

There is a blank memory behind me. I don't know whether to be sent home on the spot or to sit inside and wait for my father to finish class. When I was a child, I was sickly and spent a lot of effort on my parents.

One night in the middle of the night, my mother suddenly had a bad fever, and my father went to the hospital behind my back. I fell on my father's warm back and jumped up and down with the rhythm of his footsteps.

Seeing the stars shining gently all over the sky, I began to chat with my father about the stars. I was very confused at that time, and I still remembered to ask for the stars in the sky. My father also fooled me with a long ladder that could reach the stars. Then he showed me the faint shadow on the bright moon and told me that it was a tree on the moon and a fairy.

I looked up at the crystal moon in the magical night sky, surrounded by magical warmth, and my body gradually cooled down. I didn't see a doctor when I arrived at the hospital, and my fever went down.

Dad carried me back again. Later, I said that I was ill. Just show me the stars instead of looking for a doctor. I'm so happy.

When I was a child, I always slept with my sister. At that time, my parents would come over in the middle of the night to see if our quilts were covered. The yellow flashlight light is the expectation of every night.

Time swept my eyes and I woke up. However, I always seem to know that I can't open my eyes when this warmth is revealed, so I closed my eyes and let the flashlight sway my eyes.

Pretending to sleep is not like pretending to be old. My eyelids always jump. The more I try to calm it down, the more I dance. From school to senior three, school teachers began to make up lessons crazily.

Dad has been working in the education commission, and he is not optimistic about the teacher's make-up classes, saying that the courses can actually be completed in the classroom. This kind of squeezing education has squeezed the aura of all students. Of course, I can't say this, but it is of great benefit to me.

As soon as the teacher wants to make up lessons, I will go home and let my father write a note. In the eyes of many people, this should be my father's excessive encouragement.

But in any case, I am one of the few people of my age who have no fear of the college entrance examination. Later, when I went to college, I lost a lot of contact with my family. I often don't call home for a long time as long as the food stays the same every month.

The period before graduation should be a crazy day for every college graduate. At that time, I always felt depressed and wanted to vent, but I couldn't stop venting. Unlike those crazy boys, we don't throw tape into the kettle, but walk silently in the street with some friends, thinking.

What impressed me for the first time was the spirit and the jar. As they walked, the three men began to cry. Nobody advised anyone, and then they called each other.

Father was in Shenzhen on business that day. When I got on the phone and heard my father's voice, I burst into tears. Dad didn't ask anything. When I calmed down, he asked me if the weather was cold and if I had enough clothes.

I cried again, then sobbed and said, Dad, I miss you. It is very difficult to find a good job after graduation, and there is no place to ask for help with the certificate of excellent graduates.

I have been thinking about whether my leading role is dynamic or static. If it is static, I will go home to accompany my parents. If it's dynamic, I'll break in alone outside. Finally, I decided not to go home, not because I saw that I took the initiative, but because I wanted to let myself go more.

After all, it is not a trivial matter for a girl to have nothing in a foreign country. I know I have to make it clear at home, and I'm not sure if I will get approval and support. I have to say that day, I dialed the phone in fear and trembling and explained it to my father in detail.

Dad listened quietly, and then said, if you think clearly, just do what you want. The most important thing is yourself. We can make a reference at most. If you have any difficulties, talk to your family.

I asked my father, what should I do if I can't get along well outside? -is to determine the posterior. Dad smiled and said, how can I discuss this with you now? You want to retreat without doing anything, then come back now.

I have been working for more than two years in a blink of an eye, but I have been running far and far to the south. Two months ago, my father came to see me with my mother. I am glad that the years have not left too many marks on my father's spirit. He is as optimistic and cheerful as before. I took them to Shenzhen and Zhuhai and talked about everything along the way.

A week later, they will go back, but I didn't want to talk that night, and I couldn't eat any food, as if every word I said and every bite I ate would reveal my inner SOB. I'm afraid they will see something, but the smile is getting more and more reluctant.

Dad saw it and asked me why I was so happy and didn't say anything tonight. I didn't even say no, and then I laughed. Go back to the dormitory at night, but can't sleep.

Thinking about the cracks left by parents' canthus years, thinking about floating in the sky alone. What is the effective time to repay them? And now, I have nothing but myself

The long sigh in my heart was drowned in that dark night, and occasionally two pieces of light tore from nowhere. Then I called home one day, and my father was not there. My mother said that she didn't fall asleep the night before she left, thinking that I didn't eat much.

Dad couldn't sleep over and over again, saying that he had been thinking about why I was unhappy that night ... holding the phone and listening to my mother quietly, tears slipped down. This morning, as soon as I got online, I went to the paging desk and sent a short message to my father: Good morning, Dad.