Dreams are around, but how long can they last?
When I was a child, someone asked me what your dream was. I didn't know what dreams were then. Just an innocent answer: "What is a dream? I don't know what my dream is yet. " When I was young, I thought dreams were normal. But I didn't enter primary school until I grew up. At that time, someone asked me, "What is your dream?" I only slightly understood that the dream was a good dream, so I casually said, "I don't have a dream because I'm not sure." That dream is a beginning, and the dream may be imagination. But so I ushered in the sixth grade of primary school. At that time, the teacher asked us if we had any definite dreams. This time, I began to understand the meaning of the word dream. When I watched my classmates talk about their dreams one by one, my heart vibrated violently. I recall the happy childhood when I was a child, and the road of those years. I have a dream, and that is to go to college. When the teacher asked me, I knew my dream was for my family.
My dream accompanied me into junior high school. At that time, the ladder of dreams came to me step by step. Looking at middle school, my dream began to work hard, because dreams are sometimes your motivation to move forward, but every time I encounter difficulties, I regress and dare not move forward. At that time, I just thought to myself, "Is the dream still useful?" I ask myself sentence by sentence, but dreaming is not that easy. At this time, I understand that dreams are not just an expression, but a certain effort. I realized the truth under this difficulty. Difficulties are not terrible, because dreams give you the strength to go forward.
My dream brought me to the second day of junior high school. The second day of junior high school is completed by hard work, which is the key to my life. But when I faced those terrible homework, I lowered my head again. I don't think my dream can persist here. Time and time again, I lost my confidence, but every time I saw those students who worked hard, my heart shook again. It is a dream that tells me not to give up, because only you have tried, and these are nothing. Come on! That is faith, the motivation that confidence gives me, and the progress that I belong to that dream. This time I understand that only persistence can complete it.
The dream is so ordinary, but now it is extraordinary to think of it; It is such great strength, the driving force of persistence, and the progress of that effort, because dreams make us excellent!
There is always a lamp on my coffee table. I lost my furniture and bought this lamp, but I never left my house.
When I sleep at night, I always like to turn on the light and bring it to my room. Suddenly, the dim light came on. The light is weak, but it is enough for me to sleep peacefully. Perhaps because I lit the lamp, my grandfather seemed to sit by my bed and teach me to read poetry.
When I was a child, my parents went out to work and put me at my grandparents' house and came back once or twice a month. My grandparents are two people with very different personalities. My grandmother is very gentle. Every time she looks at me, her eyes are full of tenderness, but also very rational. My grandmother will educate me and tell me what to do and what not to do. With her, I always feel that I have learned a lot. But my grandfather is different. He is naughty and kind. Like a child, he plays with me and plays with me. If he is serious, he will probably only teach me to read poetry.
Grandpa doesn't like reading poems in the morning, although: "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." But he always waved his hand and said, "Although the weather is fine in the morning, if you sit in a chair and read, you might as well play and welcome the sunshine." Every time I hear this sentence, I will grin and drag my grandfather around the back garden. Every time at this time, my grandmother will stand behind us and get up all her strength to yell at us: "Old man! Take her to do her homework! " Grandpa and I smiled at each other and ran faster, leaving grandma alone to stare and stand helplessly.
My grandfather likes reading poems in the evening. Every time he reads a poem, I lie in bed and listen to him. My grandfather read a lot of poems, but I am still young and don't understand what those poems are for and who wrote them. At that time, I only thought about what my grandfather read and what I read. As for the meaning of that poem, I don't know, but I think it sounds beautiful and there is no reason. The light in the room is a little dim, but it doesn't affect our interest in reading poetry at all. Many times, reading a poem, watching the bright moon and dark night outside and listening to the insects in the back garden, I fell asleep unconsciously. When I get up in the morning, I'm always warm, because my grandfather covered me with a quilt or because of the light on.
Now that my grandfather has passed away, all he left me was this lamp. It is this lamp that carries many good memories of my childhood. As long as I light this lamp, I will see grandpa's face, and I can hear his voice reading poetry. Through the warm light, that voice is engraved into my bone marrow.
I have been wandering the rivers and lakes for more than 30 years, and I have also enjoyed the night rain. I'm glad those who hold the lamp for me in the dark, and you.
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Dynamic dividing line of wedding heart
In the long night, I walked through those quiet and deserted alleys alone, and naturally I felt a kind of panic and fear. The night came so quietly that people were caught off guard.
Walking, suddenly a beam of light poured down, and then the whole alley was surrounded by a faint orange light. At the end of the alley, you are smiling at me.
I came to you, you reached out and wiped the rain off my body, and an umbrella bloomed overhead. We walked home side by side. As usual, you walk outside and I walk inside. The car passed by you quickly, and I moved forward under your protection.
I don't know how long it took, but the rain gradually stopped and we got home. I turned on the light and began to study. In broad daylight, you started to do housework before you had time to unload the hard work of the day. Your back looks thinner and thinner in the light, and you can't bear it for several times. I wanted to come forward to help you, but you refused to study and drove me back. Every time I study hard, I will look at your back under the light, and I will have the motivation to continue to move up in an instant.
Time goes by, and it's already eleven o'clock. I turned off the light and got ready for bed. I found the light in your bedroom still on. I pushed the door in, and you were asleep. Fatigue day and night makes your breathing symmetrical and regular. Your long eyelashes keep shaking, and the light makes you soft and quiet.
I can't even bear to break this beauty. I turned off the light gently and crept out again. Looking back on these years, it seems that I am always waiting for a busy figure. That light is always turned on first and turned off last.
I remember when I was in primary school Once just in the afternoon, it was already dark, with strong winds, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain pouring down. There are fifty or sixty students in the class, and only one umbrella is in my schoolbag. I don't need to think carefully to know that my mother put it for me.
Lights in the dark, umbrellas in rainy days, mother's concern has always been meticulous and just right. Sometimes when you are sleepy, a cup of hot milk will appear in your hand immediately. Take a sip, your lips and teeth will stay fragrant, and your warmth will reach your heart.
Organize thousands of thoughts and turn them into emotions. I bow deeply to your bedroom. This bow is slow and solemn. Although only I and the world know, even though it is so insignificant, it is my real intention.
Deng Junior 2 Composition 4 "It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, there are many roads, where are you now?" One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea. "Li Bai, a great poet, was still ambitious when he was relegated, but I actually realized this truth from a small firefly.
I just entered the first grade and added a new political course. I wanted to play a role in this course, but I got off to a bad start. I only got 70 points in the first final exam. When I received my grades, I was very depressed.
Late at night, I looked at the shocking fork on the test paper and suddenly fell into the abyss of disappointment. A chill hit my heart, making my heart even more uncomfortable, as if it had turned into a stone. I can't hold on any longer. When my hand fell off, I collapsed on the table and let the pain in my heart spread all over my body.
In this boundless darkness, a light spot suddenly appeared, accompanied by a faint light. Is it an illusion? No, it's a little firefly In an instant, a fire seemed to be lit in the dark world, and my heart, in confusion, found a glimmer of hope leading to light.
Fireflies are flying around me, flying around the room irregularly. I felt a little disgusted, so I closed the doors and windows, took out a glass bottle and buckled it on the table. I think it's time to finally stop.
Who knows, it has been hitting the glass bottle, and its body has drawn a light path in the dark, which is particularly dazzling in the dark. It flies, bounces off, falls, flies, bounces off, falls ... but it never gives up and still struggles with the hard bottle wall with its small body.
This is obviously a meaningless struggle, but it has not stopped. What a fool! But after a while, I don't think so. Even if every collision didn't shake the glass bottle, it never showed signs of stopping. But stick to the same action as at the beginning, even if the frequency slows down, it never stops.
I suddenly feel that this firefly's behavior seems to light the lamp in my heart that never gives up. It began to fly around the room, but there was no clear goal. When it has a goal: to open the bottle, it will never stop to complete the task, and it will never slack off. Shouldn't we be like this? Set yourself a goal and work hard to achieve it. Instead of dreaming aimlessly, why not take practical actions to realize your dreams?
After I read the book Little Orange Lantern written by Grandma Bing Xin.
I feel too weak to have a little girl with strong willpower. I decided to learn from her and make myself stronger than her. Her willpower deeply touched me, and I was very excited. I admire the little girl in Grandma Bing Xin's little orange lamp, the daughter of underground party member.
Because the organization was brutally destroyed by spies, the little girl's father ran away from home, and her mother beat her up and vomited blood because of the cruelty of spy tracking. The spy was so cruel that the little girl managed to escape, but the little girl was not lucky. At an early age, a little girl bears such a big burden. Unlike ordinary children, the little girl bravely faced all this, and the burden on her shoulders was so heavy at an early age. Her mother was beaten by a spy, which caused her to be injured. In order to see her mother, the little girl went up the mountain alone and went upstairs to the township office to call the doctor to see her mother at home. On the way back, the little girl met the author, who asked her what happened at home. The little girl didn't cry to the author about what happened at home, but calmly answered the questions raised by the author. The author asked one and the little girl answered one. Grandma Bing Xin wanted to visit the little girl's house, and the little girl agreed. When she arrived at the little girl's house, Grandma Bing Xin took a look. The conditions in the little girl's home are very difficult. A little girl has to bear the responsibility of the family at an early age. Grandma Bing Xin sat for a while. It's getting dark. She's going back. The little girl made a lamp out of orange peel and named it "Little Orange Lamp".
Grandma Bing Xin told the little girl how to do, wear, carry and point a series of actions with bright red oranges, and the phrase "I am carrying this smart little orange lamp, ... as if there is infinite light in front of me, I am bravely advancing!" These short words can't illuminate the little orange lamp far away, but under the optimism, courage and dauntless spirit of the little girl, it has become a bright light in my heart.
I think we should learn from girls' calm, brave, strong, indomitable and positive spirit. Learn the beautiful spirit of the little girl.
In the process of growing up, you will inevitably encounter all kinds of difficulties and setbacks, which often make you unable to see the future direction and full of confusion. Fortunately, there have been lights illuminating me all the way, so that I will not lose my way on the long road of growth.
I vaguely remember that it was a final exam in the sixth grade of primary school, and I retreated from the fifth place in my class to the fifteenth place in my class. The winter vacation is coming, but I am not happy. The gray sky is gloomy, and the students in the classroom are talking excitedly about the winter vacation plan. My mood is like the sky outside the window, which is extremely depressed. It was you who called me to the office without criticizing me and helped me analyze the wrong questions with the test paper. Gentle words rang in my ears over and over again: "Don't give up, keep trying, one failure doesn't mean anything, and strive for good results next time." Teacher, your words are like a bright light, which gives me great encouragement and courage, so that I can raise my confident sail on the road ahead and go on strongly all the way!
At that time, I was just in the first grade and I was curious about everything around me. Whenever I come home on Friday night, I am always excited to tell you what happened at school. Teachers, classmates and learning changes, but who knows that night, I had a high fever. Probably because of the big temperature difference between morning and evening, I didn't pay attention to adding or subtracting clothes. My temperature soared to 39 degrees. You panic, take me to the hospital quickly. Always comforting me, the familiar voice echoed in my ear: "Nothing, my mother will always accompany you, and you should learn to take care of yourself and rely on yourself at school." Finally, after a while, you learned that I was fine and breathed a long sigh of relief. At that time, I never forgot your words: "learn to take care of yourself." Mom, your words are like a bright light. Only by learning to take care of yourself, rely on yourself and grow up independently can we face Lang Lang Gan Kun.
Campus life in junior high school has heavy academic and pressure. You and I are sitting in the classroom, facing a mountain of papers and exercises. The free wind outside the window blows my book and makes me anxious. So I threw my pen aside and said, "When can I finish so much homework?" You, who are studying hard, heard my complaint and calmly raised your head and said to me, "Persistence is victory. If there is any problem, let's solve it together! " Classmate, it's your words, just like a bright light, which points me in the direction and is my driving force!
Teachers, mothers and classmates, your words often echo in my ears. Your words are like bright lights that have been on for a long time. They are warm lamps without wattage, which is the driving force of my efforts!
Since ancient times, people pay attention to honesty. Honesty is the wealth accumulated by Chinese civilization for thousands of years, and it is the beacon for our survival and retrogression from failure to success.
Because of honesty, the country can be strong, the fruit is honesty, the enterprise can flourish, and because of honesty, life becomes beautiful. No matter when and where, honesty is always an indispensable virtue in every collective life. People often say that "people are unbreakable without faith, and countries are uneasy without faith." We have won the friendship of the enemy, have integrity, enjoy the exemption of trust, and with integrity, we will succeed and gain the respect of others. Honesty adds a beautiful color to our life.
We have learned many famous stories. Lenin broke the vase when he was a child, but he bravely denied his mistake. Washington killed his father's cherry tree, but he told him the truth. Because Zhuge Liang was honest, he gave an orphan at his deathbed, and his life was at stake. They are famous giants at home and abroad. Although their grades are not * * *, they must be honest and trustworthy to succeed. It can be seen that honesty is so important to a person's growth, success and success. He is an immortal beacon in our life, always illuminating our steps forward. Therefore, honesty cannot be lost, and honesty is the most famous foundation of life.
I said: "honesty is a kind of preaching, which is derived from the footsteps of pioneers;" "Honesty is wisdom, which accumulates with the requirements of exploiters; Honesty is victory, which is close to the efforts of those who are eager to enter; Integrity is the seed of wealth. Only when you plant it sincerely can you find the key to the vault. "In the long journey of life, on the long road of seeking knowledge, we need to be honest. We teach honesty, tell the savage honesty, tell the enemy honesty, tell the teacher honesty, tell ourselves honesty, let everyone move from every little thing to honesty, trust ourselves by betraying things, and let us understand the power that honesty brings us. Honesty will certainly light a lamp for our retreat and sow friendship and love no matter what we are. Because honesty is a virtue, a sentiment and a noble character.
Let's go Dear friends, let's open our arms, greet each other with small tears, and realize life with sincerity. Run tirelessly in the direction of this beacon light and invent your own Excellence.
Honesty-the beacon of life!
It's the annual Lantern Festival again. At this time, people from all over the country will come to see the lanterns on the wall, and our family is no exception. My grandparents, my mother and I will watch lanterns together.
Walking under the city wall, we saw a very big phoenix, very gorgeous and very bright. Its feathers are golden yellow, it has a pair of vivid and exquisite eyes, and there are some characters in the play around it, which also shows our national culture, so many people stop here to watch, some are taking pictures, and some are constantly admiring.
The colorful lights on the wall are overwhelming, and there are lifelike red carp; There are white seagulls symbolizing peace; There are old people's favorite peacocks here, and they spend the full moon ... we call as we walk. Suddenly, I saw a very interesting lamp. It's a bowl of glutinous rice balls, and a big red peony flower is painted on the reddish bowl, which is very festive. Look at jiaozi in the bowl. They are round and white. Even the water in the bowl seems to be flowing. There is a big spoon at the top, and there is a half-stuffed jiaozi in the spoon. It makes people drool three times after reading it. At this time, my stomach began to play a "symphony" unwillingly, and all aspects were helpless!
After walking for a while, grandma was a little tired, and the four of us sat by and had a rest. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I found a very special lamp. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. I saw the cowherd holding two children and looking affectionately at the Weaver Girl across the Tianhe River. His mouth was open, as if calling out to the Weaver Girl and telling her that he missed her very much. But isn't this the weaver girl? I saw Vega's eyes moist, looking at Cowherd. Seeing this, I feel really hard. I hate this Tianhe. If it weren't for it, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl wouldn't be separated! At this time, I saw a foreign aunt who lit a lamp with her finger and praised in Mandarin with a foreign accent: "China is really a country with thousands of years of history!" I can't help praising my motherland.
The good times are short, too. We reluctantly left the city wall and this paradise-like place. Before I left, I bought a small potted lamp as a souvenir.
On my way home, I saw strings of lights hanging on every tree by the roadside, decorating the crowded driveway beautifully. Although I was very tired, I didn't feel tired when I saw the potted lamp in my hand. But I am very happy at the thought that I can eat mouth-watering dumplings when I go home. It's no problem to visit ten times again!
When the sky pulls down a gorgeous curtain to cover the gorgeous sunset, there will be a beautiful scene with a bright moon and bright stars. By contrast, the flashing lights on long beach are insignificant.
Just as the light of fireflies is not as bright as the stars, people often ignore the faint and tiny street lamps.
But when the sky suddenly changes and dark clouds are gathering; The moon disappeared and the stars were gone; In the dead of night, only street lamps that are not mentioned accompany pedestrians through the years of wandering and helplessness. ...
Pedestrians in the dark are approaching the street lamp. They long for light, and they need warmth. It is precisely because street lamps never give up that they accompany them through one dark path after another.
The old man with the lamp in the story is humble to the dust. He stood silently in the hut, silently guarding the lights on the long beach. Loneliness and loneliness are his companions, and that ugly appearance adds a bit of loneliness and fierceness to her. Her every move is furtive and suspicious. Such a strange old man wants to save a stranger when he knows that death is wandering around. His short figure suddenly stood tall in front of my eyes, just like a street lamp on a long embankment. Although it is weak, it can warm people's hearts.
The lantern-keeper is an ordinary old man among all sentient beings, but he can illuminate, warm and touch people's hearts. That is the simplest kindness, and because of this kindness, he becomes no longer ordinary. His brilliance was dazzling at that moment, and I was deeply moved by it, for the old man and for his brilliance.
Looking around, such simple and kind people are actually very close to us. Every moment, they will bring us warmth and light up our hearts: a pair of helping hands extended by students in difficulties; A good friend's comfort when you are sad; Encouragement from teachers when frustrated; When we succeed, the audience will give us warm applause ... these trivial things, small things in life, and small actions are not just like a lamp to warm us and touch us.
What they do is so ordinary and so great, and their light is so weak and so warm. It deeply touches people's hearts and makes people tremble.
A lamp, like a drop of water in the sea, is extremely small; But its light cannot be ignored. A kind heart shines with dazzling light all the time-
The warmth of a lamp is so powerful and pure.