Blooming dream flower

Deep and melancholy purple, that is the symbol of romance; the vibrant green, that is the symbol of life; the free and easy red; that is the color of youth and dreams.

We are in adolescence, have unlimited passion, carry the red dream, and step by step to the most awkward dream in the heart.

I have had a great dream since I was a child, that is, to be a teacher of the people who teach and educate people, to give pains to the students, and to devote all their lives to life.

Teacher - what a sacred and glorious career! Some people compare the teacher to a candle, burn themselves, and illuminate others; some people compare the teacher to the gardener, innocently instilling the flowers of the motherland, letting the flowers sprout, grow, and bloom the most dazzling colors; some compare the teacher The sun, with passion and light, sprinkles on the earth, letting people feel infinite warmth. I said that the teacher is greater than the candle, and is more selfless than the gardener and the sun. Perhaps, we can only use the "spring silkworm to the dead silk, the wax torch into the gray tears to dry" to describe the teacher.

Dreams are not remembered for a while, but because of one's sincerity and pursuit of dreams.

Since I was a child, I have had an indissoluble bond with the teacher. I remember when I was in school, when Dad took my young hand to the sacred and holy campus, when I looked at the empty playground and the strange environment, an impulse to cry was born. At this time, an amiable aunt came to me and smiled and said to me: "Are you a new student? Don't be afraid, I am the teacher here. You can come to me in the future." Still not forgetting to give me a big smile. Such as the cold Han Mei, her smile is faintly scented; such as the spring rain, her smile is the heart of the spleen; such as the pure fairy, she is such a radiant person. That smile is like the gentleness that slides over my fingertips. At that moment, my life is springing with this smile. At that time, I decided: I must be a teacher!

The splashes of water carry our original dreams, and the sun shines through, reflecting the colorful colors - the flowers that bloom in my dreams.

The First Middle School of Hanjiang District, Hanjiang District, Chongqing: Huang Cheng