My dream, Chinese dream

Heshan is only in my nightmare. The motherland has not been close for many years, but I can't change my Chinese heart anyway. Although my dress is worn in my body, my heart is still the Chinese heart. My ancestors have already branded everything for me. . ——The history of my Chinese heart is like a sandstone shell scattered on the big beach. I walked quietly, greedily watching these precious and precious treasures, and sometimes picking up one or two shells that impress the soul, sending them Make a dream and let it go. The Chinese dream is flowing in the years. I have seen too many stories, and every Chinese has the same Chinese dream. That is the country's rich and powerful. China today is strong, and tomorrow's China will be brilliant. In the eyes of a little girl selling matches, the dream is a roast goose, a grandmother's warm arms. In the eyes of Deng Yaping, the dream is to persist in the belief that the heart will never admit defeat. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will be successful. In the eyes of Yuan Longping, the father of hybrid rice, the dream is that "the stalks of hybrid rice are as high as sorghum, the tassels are as big as brooms, and the rice is like a bunch of grapes." The dream is to constantly break through and explore. Rich imagination and bold creation. In the eyes of "Avalokitesvara", Li Huahua, the dream is that the monks can "listen", the blind can "see", and the disabled friends can "walk". The dream is the spiritual pillar of never giving up and working hard. I also have dreams. When I was a child, I always told my parents that when I grew up, I wanted to be a scientist. I wanted to be an astronaut. . . I always think that the children are ignorant, and the adults know that there is a pure dream in the pure soul of the children, that is, the "Chinese Dream." If there is no heart, how do you talk about your dreams? Fang Zhimin wrote "Cute China" in prison and calmly walked to the execution ground; Liu Hulan, who was only 15 years old, did not change his color under the enemy's sickle. Dong Cunrui's hand-drag dynamite bag blew the fuse line in the enemy's bunker; Qiu Shaoyun did not move in the fire in order not to expose the target; Huang Jiguang faced the enemy. The fire-breathing machine guns rushed up heroically... There are many heroes who don’t ask for a name, but only hope that the motherland can be safe. Because they love this land, they love this home. They have a Chinese heart.

The successful launch of the Chinese Olympic Games, the World Expo, and the Chang'e II, when the thunderous applause sounded, when the world raised its eyes on China, I knew that the dream was going on. When we proudly win every gold medal, when the footsteps of the moon become more and more dense, I know that the dream is being realized. The "Chinese Dream" is the inexhaustible driving force of the Chinese nation's self-improvement, and it has drawn the footsteps of China's shackles. We have the responsibility to carry forward the national spirit and contribute our strength to the motherland. Inheriting the Chinese dream of the previous generation, this is my Chinese dream for the Chinese dream of the next generation. When the tide rises and falls, I sit on the huge beach and look at China, which is rich and strong in front of me. I can't help but smile, the same skin color, the same kind of blood, the same heart, the same dream. The Great Wall of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River of Huangshan Mountain are heavy in my chest. Whenever and wherever, my heart is as clear as the blood flowing in my heart, and the voice of China is not changed even if I live in my hometown. My Chinese heart - my China heart

Fifth grade: Chen Si