Who stole my inspirational quotes?

Who stole my inspirational quotes?

In the composition class of a high school in Germany, the teacher’s essay title to the children is: "My inspirational quotes."

A middle school person likes this topic very much. In his book, he quickly writes his dreams. He hopes that he will have a manor covering more than ten hectares in the future, planted in the vast land of green. There are countless cabins, barbecue areas, and a leisure hotel in the manor. In addition to living there, you can share your estate with visitors who come to visit and have a place to rest.

The written essay was read by the teacher. The middle school book was marked with a big red "X" and sent back to him. The teacher asked him to rewrite it.

I looked carefully at what I wrote in the middle school and there was no mistake. I took the book to ask the teacher.

The teacher told him: "I want you to write down your own inspirational quotes, not these dreamlike dreams, I want actual volunteers, not fantasy, you know?"

Secondary school argues: "But, teacher, this is really my dream!"

The teacher also insisted: "No, that is impossible, it is just a bunch of dreams, I want you to rewrite."

Middle school refused to compromise: "I know very well that this is what I really want, and I don't want to change the content of my dreams."

The teacher shook his head: "If you don't rewrite, I won't let you pass, you have to think clearly."

The middle school also shook his head and refused to rewrite it, and the essay got a big "E".

Thirty years later, the teacher traveled with a group of high school students to a beautiful resort, enjoying the boundless green grass, comfortable accommodation, and fragrant barbecue. He saw a man. The middle-aged man came to him and claimed to be his student.

The middle-aged man told his teacher that he was the middle school student who failed the composition in the past. Today, he owns this vast holiday estate and has truly realized his childhood dreams.

The teacher looked at the owner of the manor and thought of his teacher's career that he had not dared to dream for more than 30 years. He could not help but sigh: "For thirty years, for myself, I don't know how many students' dreams have been changed with their achievements. And you, yes. The only thing that kept my dream was not changed by me."