Dream, soul around the world

There is a dream in the heart, it is hope; there is a dream in the heart, it is a blue sky; there is a dream in the heart, it is a beautiful tomorrow.

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Cocoa is an ordinary little girl born in an ordinary family. Her unremarkable face and plain academic performance have made her country life lifeless.

"If I can be welcomed by my classmates, how good?", staring at the pot of wild chrysanthemums on the window sill, Cocoa thought with disbelief. '砰', her head touched the window again, pulling her back from the drifting thoughts.

This moon is really round! After dinner, she looked at the yellow illuminator in the sky and could not help but sigh. In the dark night, her mouth curled up with a smile that was hard to detect.

The school's English speech contest is coming, and the cousin's class teacher has specially selected a class to let the students actively perform the recital and choose the best representative to participate in the school competition. "Who is the first one?" The class teacher helped the glasses and swept them down with a sharp eye. At this time, a trembling little hand reflected her eyes, the eyes flashed a moment of surprise, but then was replaced by the eyes of praise. "Well, please come to the stage to give a speech." The voice just fell, the students' eyes squinted at the classmate, but then despised, disdain gradually became the students' facial expressions. Under such a vision, the classmate slowly walked to the stage. Yes, this brave person is cocoa. Cocoa's English is very good, when translation has always been her heart's dream, but never been taken out. This time, she was brave enough to imagine people proving themselves, but before they started, they were ridiculed.

She endured the urge to shed tears and seriously talked about the opening remarks. She began to tell a moving story in fluent English. Quiet in the classroom, only the beautiful sound of cocoa. "Thank you," the story is finished, the classroom is still very quiet. '啪,啪'··· The class teacher took the lead in flapping the palm of his hand, and the whole class immediately sounded a loud applause. After a wave of waves, there seemed to be no signs of stopping.

Cocoa laughed again. This time, it is a smile from the bottom of my heart.

Like the wild chrysanthemum on the window sill, it never lost its dream, and will live a strong life.

Dream is the inspiration of hope. Dream is the ideal initial bud. Dream, the soul is around the world.

The second day: Xing Wenzhao