Dreams on the road of life

Look at the stars to see the moon and see this direction. How fascinating it is to look at the road for three thousand miles. I walked along the spacious road, how turbid the stream was, how lonely and lonely the moon was. What is waiting for me in front? I do not know. Like the catkins, it floats in the wind. The cold frozen moon buried the soul of the flower. I would like to grow a pair of wings and follow the fallen flowers to the heavens and the earth. Night, how dark and long, like the road of the future, lost and lost, how far is the road ahead. I walked quietly and there was no partner on the road to life.

Staring out the window, standing on the alpine python, overlooking the vast land. The eagle has soared in the sky, and the young vulture has already come out of the nest. Hope in my heart, I sigh: Can such a vast world accommodate me a small, inconspicuous little fly? Standing on such a high mountain, the dream is already within reach. When it approaches it quickly, it flies to a higher sky. Fly. Fly. The wings of dreams. A few years later, the little vulture has grown up. The red-haired girl who looked forward to the future is also white, but the dream has come to an end, and how many people have failed to achieve it.

In a house, Xiao Xiao's drizzle slammed the window, and the candlelight cast his back on the wall, and the thick quilt still could not withstand the invasion of the cold wind. What day is it, three hundred and sixty days a year? The same cold wind as a knife, the same frost as a sword. Where is my dream? In the distant sky, sometimes it is within reach, and sometimes how far away. When will I realize my dream? How far is the road to life? I don't know, I don't know anything. I only have to work hard to realize my dreams.

One day, thousands of days, this belief will never change. Quietly telling your heart, listen quietly? I hope that I can work hard all my life and rush out of this myth. I will believe in my life and look for my dreams.

Sixth grade: Yang Lan