China's dream, my dream

Remembrance - reminiscence

My dreams -

When I was a child, I thought about what my dream was. I want to wear a white coat, a cold stethoscope, sitting like a father and mother, and treating the sick person. The steady needle in the hand, the delicate and small medicine bottle, the pocket watch hanging upside down on the chest, whichever makes me proud. I will use my sincere heart, quality medicine, to serve every patient and pull them back from the hands of the disease. If there is no such thing as a regenerative disease in this world, then I will do my part to let the patients have health and live a happy and happy life, and will no longer be afflicted by the disease.

Think about it - keep thinking about it.

What is your future and what will happen to you. Time is like a rush of water - I grew up. I grew up, my heart is growing, and I am thinking about my dreams.

On the National Elementary School, I began to learn, Chinese mathematics, English physics and various knowledge, and also began to focus on antiques. The "archaeological discovery" in the "CCTV10 Science and Education Section" became my love. Almost every night, I waited in front of the TV on time, waiting for the "archaeological discovery" to play. At that time, I was so obsessed with the profession of archaeology! Every day, childish, I am always dreaming, I want to be an archaeologist, to explore ancient times, to dig treasures.

I want to explore the mausoleum of Genghis Khan; why do there be a corpse in a cave under the abyss; why are fifteen-year-old girls full of injuries, and even dozens of swords in the collarbone; ancient humans Why knocked out the incisors and bites long fangs? All my guesses have made these ancient cases confusing. I want to crack these unsolved cases and dig out a dumbfounding treasure. It is our country's resources become more abundant!

Now, learning has become heavy.

I still have time to remember my dreams. The dream, at that time, seems to be out of reach, and it feels like the distance between heaven and earth. Since the teacher left this assignment, I have found that my thinking and dreams are almost out of touch. I will be a glimpse first, then think again: Ah! What is my dream?

Today, I finally figured out that my dreams have not been far away – what medical care, archaeology, isn’t it just for the motherland? Whether it is a cleaner, a security, or a bus ticket seller, isn't it also making a contribution to the motherland? The dream of the past is not just trying to become a reality. It is just a bunch of bubbles. It’s better to grasp the present than to imagine the future. Let’s start from scratch and raise our filial piety to raise our motherland.

Chinese dream - my soul, my dream.

The third day: Qing Qing Bing Xin