Five-star red flag, my dream

Every Monday, we will wear a red red scarf, stand under the national flag, sing the national anthem, and watch the red flag rise every time I think of it, the five-star red flag, my home, my dream.

I remember when I was in my grandmother's arms, I listened to my grandmother singing the "The March of the Volunteers." I always asked my grandmother, what is my dream? Grandma, what is your dream? Why do we have a dream? And my grandmother smiled and said to me every time? My dream is that my good boy is healthy and happy to grow up! It is my biggest dream! Hehehe...

Grandma’s dream is still new and ups and downs in my mind. However, I have a dream myself. I have a goal, a belief, a new journey, my grandmother’s dream has been realized, I am growing up, I will be grateful, I Will work hard for my dreams.

My dream is very small, but I also have tears. When I give it, I will succeed. I remember that there is a good sentence. The seeds that I have planted only know that it is sour and bitter, and it means that I bring it. The success has brought success to my life.

Today is Monday, the five-star red flag rises again, with a smile, thinking of my dream - patriotism.

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