Go on a trip

One day, the frog frog mother "painted" a row of gray dots on the riverside.

After a while, the little dot you have a black little cockroach. But there is a black little cockroach. It is me. I wanted to travel to the Pacific Ocean from birth. But I can't bear the brothers and sisters who were born with me. There is an unavoidable belief that leaves me. A few days later, I was "fully armed" and set off.

I walked away and saw the seaweed mother on the road. I said hello and courteously. The mother of seaweed asked, "Polite child, you are going to go there." I replied with joy and joy; "I have a dream since I was a child, that is, I went to the Pacific Ocean with a long way to go." "I didn't expect this little to understand." Appreciate it, then read it, I am leaving."

It’s been a few more months. I came to a vast, cliffless sea. On this vast water, I stretched my head and saw a gleaming piece of glass. I desperately went down the river and landed on the lens. At first glance, I was shocked. Who is this green foot monster? I carefully pondered for a while. I really figured it out.

After my constant efforts, I still can't come to the Pacific. But I have struggled for this ideal for a lifetime.

It is a wonderful memory.

Sixth grade: Zou Shuting