My dream journey

What is dream? In the eyes of a little girl who sells matches, the dream is to have a little warmth; in the eyes of Tom, the dream is to catch the mouse Jerry; in the eyes of the pug, the dream is to have meat and bones every day. In my eyes, there are a lot of dreams. My dream is to be a teacher, teach my knowledge to the students without reservation; use my life's efforts to cultivate the talents of the future; use my melodic youth to exchange for a batch of "Tianzhi" "Proud son"; use my hard sweat to water these small saplings, let them thrive; use my hard work to cultivate a piece of giant wood towering forest. "Spring silkworms go to the dead silk, and the wax torch begins to dry with tears." I firmly believe that as long as I work hard, I will become a good teacher who has been passed down through the ages. My dream is to be a scientist, dedicated to the humanity of the science and technology I know; to use my insignificant power to create a unique and advanced technology; to use my flexible mind to create an incredible miracle; I have tried hard times to prove the great doctrine and become a scientist who is as good at observing as Newton. My dream is a musician who is proficient in various instruments. I want to play a different movement through my fingertips; I want to relax people's mood through perfect music, and let people's exhausted body immerse themselves in music. In the ocean; I want to play exciting music through my lips and teeth, and let people's lives be colorful. I gradually thought about being tired and looked up at the sky. The sky is gray, no, no, no, this is not the China I want. I don't want China to be the developed country of the world's peak. I don't want China to have much influence in the world. I only hope that the motherland is a shelter. The harbor is a country that can make people full of food, a tree-lined environment and a beautiful environment. You listen, the harsh chainsaw creaks in the human ear. You listen carefully, the big tree is crying, the grass is crying, the birds are crying, the animals are crying. You see, the factory's black smoke and hateful white garbage are floating in the air, and they are very arrogant; you smell, the pungent car exhaust and dust are making waves in the air China, infringing on people's health. If the juvenile is strong, then the country is strong. Only when the juvenile is strong, can the country be strong, so even the environment is so dirty, how can the teenager be strong? After so many fantasies, my dream-seeking journey is over, and the last dream is the environmental dream!

First day: 521 Xiner