My ideal

The ideal is stone, knocking out the fire of the stars; the ideal is the light, the road that illuminates the night; the ideal is the fire, the light that is extinguished; the ideal is the road, leading you to the dawn. Each of us has our own ideals. Some people are doctors to save lives, some people are policemen, and I have a distant ideal. I am a preschool teacher.

This ideal has taken root in my heart when I was a child. At that time, I liked to tell the story of my bear doll. I like to talk to her and like to play with her. I always pretend to be a strict teacher to tell him reason. Of course, this is not produced out of thin air, because when I was in kindergarten, there were no partners, and my parents did not accompany me. I was so scared that I couldn’t help but burst into tears. At this time, the kindergarten teachers kept yelling at me and making me happy. Let me play with my friends. At that time, I thought: When I grow up, I have to be a thoughtful, patient and caring kindergarten teacher like a teacher.

I often think: If I really become a kindergarten teacher, when a group of lively and lovely children walk into the kindergarten, I am like a hard gardener, taking good care of their beautiful flowers and happy with them. Play and give them knowledge... I think I was happy and happy at that time.

Grandma Bingxin once said: "The flower of success, people often stunned its current bright, however, its buds were soaked in the tears of struggle, filled with blood rain of sacrifice." Yes, to the ideal The road is long and hurried, but as long as we persist and persevere, we are working hard now, and we believe that the flower of the ideal will bloom forever!

First day: Liu Yibo