my dream

The wind whistling, as if screaming. The withered willows swayed in the wind, and I seemed to see the expression of its gloating. The rain leached, condensed into an iceberg, and pressed heavily on my heart.

"I am too disappointed with you." "You let me down."... The words of parents and teachers blaming came from the ear. I really wanted to find a hole in the hole, but my feet were on the way to school.

Being a mathematician is a dream of my childhood, and it has sprouted in my heart. I take care of it and hope that it will grow up quickly. And this exam, as if a cruel big foot is destroying the budding seeds, want to kill it in the cradle: math 76 points! Mathematician? Humph! How pitiful, don't think about it! This sudden test score pushed me to the abyss. I am like a butterfly with a broken wing. I want to fly but I can't fly anymore. Tears slipped across my cheeks and no one noticed it.

I walked alone in the wind. In the distance, a yellow "leaf" stumbled and fell to my feet. I kneel down and look carefully. Yeah! A butterfly with a broken wing, struggling and struggling, tried to use the last force of its life to complete the dream of Gao Fei. I laughed at its idiots, but I also understood it deeply. Suddenly, it didn't move, so I lay there quietly. I think it’s dead, even if it’s hard work and struggle again, it’s futile.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, my eyes seemed to be locked, and it took a lot of effort to open. At this time, the miracle appeared: it flew up! With the autumn wind, it danced happily, and it completed its dream with life. "As long as the autumn wind does not die, as long as the dream is still there, I will be able to fly..." Is it talking?

"As long as the autumn wind does not die, as long as the dream is still there, I will be able to fly..."

I was shocked. A butterfly is still struggling for a dream, and how can I give up lightly? "As long as the autumn wind does not die, as long as the dream is still there, I will be able to fly!"

Confidential sixth grade: gambling