Linlin Chen Fortune _ Chen Lin's Eight Characters

In ordinary daily life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that you can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. What is the composition you have seen? The following are 8 dream essays I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

I went to bed after brushing my teeth and washing my face.

I woke up in the morning and found that 20 years had passed. I work in an office building designed by myself. It is located in Wall Street, New York, USA. It is the tallest building in the world. When I went to work, the sign "Yao, a great designer" was posted on the door of my office.

Suddenly, an e-mail appeared in my computer, which read: Mr. Yao received a letter from the Shanghai Olympic Organizing Committee.

When I opened the letter, it told me a great news: my design of the Shanghai Olympic Center has been successfully adopted, and I hope I can go to Shanghai for a field trip and further improve the drawings.

I immediately prepared my things and design drawings, got on my private jet and returned to my long-lost motherland. At this time, many China people and foreigners gathered in the waiting hall of Pudong International Airport. Are they talking about "Is this the famous designer Yao"? "He is the one …" All major TV stations and news media are reporting the news of my return to China. I'm used to what happened at the airport.

Soon I came to Shanghai Design Institute. The conference room is full of Chinese and foreign designers, and my design drawings are spread out. I explained my design concept and my inspiration in detail. As soon as my speech was over, thunderous applause broke out at the scene. Everyone gave a thumbs up, and my plan was unanimously passed again.

Next, I started a field trip to the main venue in Shanghai non-stop, and told the leaders of the organizing Committee my thoughts while walking. Suddenly, I tripped over a pebble.

"Ah-"I woke up, so it was a dream, a beautiful dream.

Progress is the accumulation of footsteps, progress is the condensation of sweat, progress is the necessary step of growth, and growth is the process of continuous progress. -inscription

For your dream, there will be many thorns blocking your way, but behind it, there is a vast grassland and another wonderful wonderland; I know that if you want to reach this fairyland, you must have a strong heart and a sun that never sets.

I remember when I was a child, I wanted to be a teacher. My spirit was "Spring silkworms must spin until they die, and candles will cry the wick away every night". The teacher's selfless dedication inspires us, inspires us and touches us at the same time; I like writing on the blackboard. It's wonderful and enjoyable. I am always in my house, giving lectures on my desk and doodling on my wall. I was so naive, so pure and lovely at that time.

When I was in primary school, my brother was admitted to the university, so my father warned me: "study hard and be admitted to the university in the future to be a useful person to society." At that time, I made a decision: I want to study hard and go to college.

For this dream, I keep moving forward. Sometimes I want to give up, but it's just an idea, and it's buried in the book in the blink of an eye. Learning has become a habit for me. Now I am no longer that innocent and lovely little girl, nor that seemingly sensible little girl. I have grown into a mature and steady "yellow flower girl"; I don't fantasize about anything, and I don't aspire to anything. I just want to be a down-to-earth person, do things and work hard for that fairyland. I know empty fantasy can't solve the problem. So I spent my time and energy doing things, trying not to fantasize about any beautiful dreams. All I know is that I'm moving forward and can't stop.

Indeed, naive I want to be a teacher is just a dream, and the little girl just seems to understand, not knowing how much my father expects of me. But now, I know what my dream is and what to do. I believe I will go through the thorns and reach the fairyland.

March towards your dream! At that time, you will find that the road you have traveled is so tortuous that you have created a strong heart on the road. I am ready to move forward for my dream. What about you?

Dream topic composition 3 dreams are the beacon of life; Dreams are beautiful dreams; Dreams are the wings of ideals. Dreams have a future.

Many people have dreams, and I am no exception. My dream is to be a teacher.

At first, I also had many dreams: to be a "angels in white"-a nurse; Be a conscientious policeman; To be an excellent hair stylist, but these dreams are forgotten because of the passage of time and worries in my heart. However, I have only one dream in my heart-to be a teacher. In fact, I once thought about giving up, but when the teacher taught his knowledge to the children bit by bit, he saw the smiling faces of the children when they did well in the exam, and taught them patiently when they did poorly in the exam. With excellent personality to cultivate students' moral character and selfless dedication to cultivate students' hearts, my dream will be more stirring. In my opinion, being a teacher is an honor, for the school, training talents, and getting honors; Cultivate talents for the society and do our bit for the prosperity of the motherland. Teachers are like hardworking gardeners, watering our delicate flowers with nutrition; Teachers are like candles, which illuminate themselves, but also provide a bright path for others.

On the road of life, there are ups and downs and flatness; Growth will not be smooth sailing, sometimes happy, sometimes painful, there are laughter and tears. Life and dreams always fly forward. Only when you have dreams can you keep moving forward.

I know this is not an easy thing, so I will study hard, study hard, and move forward towards my dream step by step!

Dreams are like kites, the thread is in your hand. Let's put wings on our dreams and let them fly!

When I boarded Sina Weibo, the first Weibo appeared in front of me, which was issued by Haiyun Literature Society: We all have our own time, which takes us back to the past and the future is called dreams.

The future that takes us is called a dream.

This reminds me of a little girl next door to my hometown. Whenever I look at her watery big black eyes, they are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, because they always reveal a kind of persistence in dreams! But her life is not in her own hands. She lives in a dilapidated tile house, and my hometown is a living example. Her grandfather has been ill in bed for many years, and the livelihood of the family depends entirely on her and grandma collecting garbage. Under such difficult conditions, she missed her primary school days. God cares about the suffering people, and God is fair to everyone. This sentence is correct. On her eleventh birthday, one thing made her feel lucky, and that was the village. She is in grade one at the age of twelve.

After every holiday, I will go back to my hometown as usual, and I can hear the bird singing in the trees every morning. Of course, since the little girl next door went to school, I can hear her catchy reading voice every day. According to what I heard from the aunt and aunt in the village, the little girl is an orphan. On that stormy night, she was abandoned under a big tree, and her lips were blue with cold. Even the most basic baby cries are weak and tight. Grandma couldn't bear a fresh little life to disappear like this. Without thinking for a second, she carried the little girl into the house and gave her food and clothes. Time passed quickly, and her parents died in the blink of an eye. Grandma, their son has a successful career and a happy family. Just because his daughter-in-law disliked their parents being rural people, he abandoned them and left them to fend for themselves. I still think her son is a coward.

That year, I 18 years old and graduated from senior three. Little girl 15 years old. She just graduated from the sixth grade and advanced placement.

Now, as usual, the little girl is sitting on the stone bench at the door with a book and reading it with relish. Two long braids of hair hang down on the shoulders, and they look quiet like angels on earth. I was attracted by the sound of her reading, and suddenly stopped and gave a sweet cry. "Sister."

I smiled and said to her, "What is your dream?" As soon as I opened my mouth, she got a little scared. She put down the book in her hand, patted the stone bench with her left hand and said to me, "Sister, come and sit down." I smiled, walked over and sat down. She stood up without saying a word and danced in front of me. Her thin body and innocent smile make me worry that her junior high school classmates are still alive. The middle school where she was admitted is the one where I used to be.

I smiled at her again, picked up the book next to me, and the simple and generous font jumped out of the paper. Every word is outlined like a printed version. I think there are more notes on it than any of my subjects. Now I know how Xueba practices.

I put down my book and watched her waist-length hair flying behind her when she turned around. I'm a little curious. It's so long, why don't I cut it off? I asked, "Your hair is so long, won't you cut it?"

"Don't cut it, and then sell it when the school starts, so you can have money to pay for the food." She stopped to answer me and I was shocked. She went on to say, "Now you know what my dream is?" I didn't answer her question, just said to work hard. This sentence is the last sentence I said to her this summer vacation.

Shortly after school started, my junior high school classmate told me that his sister was sitting with the most unlucky girl in the class. The girl is poor, a rural person, and her gray head and face are really ugly. I didn't ask him the girl's name, because I guessed it would be her, and she was admitted. That middle school is full of rich children, which is due to her excellent grades.

At eight o'clock on Saturday morning, I carried a backpack with two or three brand-new clothes in it, which I bought with my pocket money. I went to her classroom. The whole class is reading English aloud. When they saw me, they all quieted down and looked at me. I asked the teacher to call her out. She made up lessons on Saturday. She is not wearing a school uniform. She was wearing faded jeans and a white shirt. I walked into the shade and turned to look at her. She followed me silently with her head down. I really don't understand. Where did those smiles go?

She came to me and I took off my backpack and gave it to her. She was holding a backpack and looked at me with a pair of pathetic eyes, which made me sad. I said, "Here are two or three clothes you can wear." She was silent, and I went on to say, "Remember, don't forget your dream …" I wanted to continue, but she robbed me. She said, "Sister, what about your dream? Did you forget, too? Soo-hee has never forgotten her dream. I think you should like to study in Xiang Xiu and don't forget your dreams. "

I was shocked. Rinrin bell rang ... After class, all her classmates ran out to watch. I smiled and said to her, "Soo-hee, my sister hasn't forgotten her dream. My sister's dream is to hope that Xiuxi's dream can come true. " She has just entered junior high school and still doesn't know anything. Maybe I know her too well.

"Sister ..." Her tears were about to burst out, but I still smiled and said to her, "Whether my dream can come true depends on you." She nodded quickly. "Uh-huh, sister, I will try." I looked up and saw my classmate's sister running towards me. I shouted "Linlin Chen". When she came to me, she asked me breathlessly, "How do you know my name is Linlin Chen?"

"Linlin, ask you something, are you dreaming? Do you know what dreams are? Let me tell you, your classmate Xiuxi has a dream. She is poor, and she is the first in science. Years later, what you see is not a gray face. " Linlin Chen suddenly remembered that only she told her brother these things, and she didn't tell anyone.

Up to now, I think I am a fortune teller. She is no longer a dusty person, but standing on the stage, the lights shining on her, and all kinds of screams under the stage make me feel that everything I have done is worthwhile. I know I don't have a dream, so I want to teach others a lesson, but I did one thing right, that is, I lied to the dreamer that my dream was hers.

Dream topic composition 5 scores are high and low, and the quality is good or bad, but dreams are not distinguished.

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If you are too proud to be left behind by the real Leng Hai, how do you know how hard you have to work to go far? If dreams have never fallen off a cliff, how do you know that persistent people have tangible wings? There is only one life, and everyone has a dream. They had it and lost it on the road of life.

On the long road of life, do you wander at the crossroads of life and look at your dreams? This is a sparsely populated desert. And you step in here, no matter what dreams you have, there will be no result. When you just spread your wings, the wind is silent But now you are used to pain, which is a kind of gain. Now look ahead and finally find an oasis, waiting for you to pick up broken dreams and plant them.

Maybe you have a dream that others don't understand, and these people will ignore you and look down on you. But don't give up. Do you know that?/You know what? Snails carry that heavy dream and never give up in the scorching sun and pain. They understand that as long as they have dreams, they will have their own day one day.

Now, I am a blooming flower of youth, and I have a dream. Maybe you will let me give up, because it is a difficult road, but my initial dream will be firmly in my hand, and the place I want to go most will definitely arrive, because there are not many people who have realized their dreams ahead.

Looking forward to recycling, Yuan Longping has dreamed of rice for 40 years. Even if many people don't understand, he firmly believes that "the dream of enjoying the cool under the grass" will definitely come true; The Wright brothers once cherished the dream that human beings most wanted to realize, and even though many people laughed at it, he never gave up; With this childlike heart, Zeng Huai fought for the sons and daughters of China, and he wanted to build a new China even if there were no more difficulties.

Yes! We only have humble dreams, which are looked down upon, laughed at and even bound by fate. However, we must persevere and try our best to break the lock of fate. Fate can't make us kneel for mercy. It is better to indulge in burning than to be bound by everything. Thank those indifferent people, thank you for looking down on me, so that I can live a more wonderful life without bowing my head.

Indeed, dreams can run through a person's life, and youth is only a part of life. No matter how long you are, you can't compare with the city of dreams. But now, I have a dream, simple and happy; I have a dream, and I am working hard; I have a dream, and youth is fearless!

Youth, today I will be fearless, fly my dreams and fly to the blue sky!

Dream Topic Composition 6 "Dream" Can he become a reality? Can "dreams" change themselves? Can "dreams" make you exercise? ..... Some people say that "dream" is the goal of life, some people say that "dream" is their own fantasy, some people say that "dream" is people's whimsy, and some people say that ...

What is a "dream"? What does this mean? What can it tell me? What can we get from it? I have been looking for a satisfactory answer.

Hard work pays off! I finally found the answer I wanted. It turns out that "dream" is a light in the spiritual world. Without dreams, the spiritual world will become dark. This short sentence contains infinite meaning. People should have dreams. Without dreams, the sky of the soul is gone, and it is dark. However, people with great dreams have an immeasurable future.

I am no exception. I am a person with a dream. My dream is like countless stars and endless oceans.

When I was a child, I was naive and ignorant. I dream of walking in space, playing with aliens and making friends, and then visiting the planet where they live. I also thought of traveling around the world and watching and eating delicious food from all over the world. From then on, I still want to be a painter, astronaut, artist, dancer and traveler. ...

From immature childhood to mature me, my dreams have gradually matured and changed with my age, so I know that those dreams are a goal and a starting point of my life, so let me keep moving forward and strive towards that goal.

My dream now is to be an outstanding artist. I know it's hard to say. If you want to be a great artist, you have to pay more sweat and hardships than others. I will not be discouraged, let alone give up this dream. As the saying goes: persistence is victory. But I often want to give up involuntarily, perhaps it is a setback in the process of struggle! But I still overcame it with tenacious willpower and silently said to myself, "You can't give up, you will succeed if you persist, and you will lose everything you want to do if you give up." None of this can make me successful. I want to challenge my dream: "We'll see! You will be defeated by my firm determination, patience, perseverance and tenacious willpower, and I will certainly defeat you.

"Dream", what a familiar word! You are like a sailboat, carrying the goals, sweat and tears of countless people. Dreams are like a bright light, illuminating our front. Dreams are like a hard road. As long as you are not afraid of all difficulties, you can embark on a shining avenue of stars. Dreams are like that ladder. As long as you climb up carefully, you can go higher and see farther.

Everyone has a dream, but not everyone can realize it. In fact, chasing dreams can also exercise your willpower and hone your patience. Take dreams as the goal and let you pursue them constantly. Take your dream as your enemy and try your best to defeat it. Take your dream as yours. ...

A philosopher once said: Dreams are your wealth.

For the rich, dreams are dresses; For the poor, dreams are wealth; In summer, my mother-in-law's branches and leaves and dreams are a vibrant yearning. The rice in autumn hangs its head, and the dream is a heavy wait; Snowflakes are flying all over the sky in winter, and dreams are colorful and crystal clear reverie and imagination.

A person needs nothing but dreams. A person has nothing, but at least you have a dream.

Dream is a banner, it has been flying in your heart, guiding your direction, do you feel it?

Dream is a powerful song, which has been lingering in your ear, silently delivering strength for your progress. The willow flute in childhood plays quietly in the spring, and the wind chimes in the flower season sway in the spring breeze. In the misty spring rain, listen to the echo of nature quietly; The sun is like fire, and you can read the reverie of youth. Back home, a pair of eyes full of expectation and hope look at you; Kissing the fragrant tea, wisdom and dreams stand side by side in the distance, and you call affectionately.

Sighing and watching are not friends of dreams. Pessimism and hesitation will evolve into passion and courage because of the traction of dreams.

Dreams are your baby and soul, you know?

If you have a dream, you have a brand-new sun.