my Chinese dream

I have dreams since I was young, and dreams are the ladder we work harder. As I grew older, my dreams changed again and again. When I was 7 years old, when I was in the second grade of Shangguo, there was a violent storm outside. The classmates in the classroom all screamed. I looked out blankly because my mother didn’t pick me up. Who? I don't know my mood. No one can understand my feelings. I cried and watched the students leave in a hurry. I was scared. Suddenly I found a back. I saw that it was a mother and my mother came. I am so happy, my mother took me home when I saw my appearance. At that time, my dream was to hope that I could have a special function and I could go home directly. On the fifth grade of the National Primary School, my dream has changed. This dream is a Chinese dream and a common dream of 1.3 billion compatriots. Whenever I saw many bad guys doing bad things on TV, I had a dream in my heart. This dream is not just for me, it is a dream for everyone. I want to learn the knowledge well. When I grow up, I will become a soldier, defend the country, build the country, and contribute to the country. Struggle for the country. This is my Chinese dream.

Fourth grade: Li Xiang 2004