China's dream, my dream

When I was very young, I began to have the concept of the motherland. I first learned to sing the national anthem in the second year of the National Primary School. On the way home, I would unconsciously practice singing the national anthem while walking. From then on, this will always make me excited, and the melody that I remember will gradually become an invisible force support and spur me.

Wandering in a small beautiful village, there is a vast wilderness, calm and deep, lovely and heavy. I live here, I am from here, this is my home. There is a small river next to the village. Where did it flow, I was confused, but I knew that she must have gone to the distance, where it is as beautiful and quiet as there is, and the hardworking people live happily on the earth. Xiaohe, she looks at people's emotions and sorrows, and carries people's longing for happiness.

Slowly I understood the meaning of China. Longteng Huaxia, China, exists in the boiling blood of every dragon. The heavy deposits of history are in every inch of land, and we can have a foothold wherever we are. When you look up at the stars, she is silently at your feet, giving you strength and support; when you carry your bags, for the distant dreams, she is behind you, blessing you; when you face the joys and sorrows of life, She is by your side, and every breath can feel her breath. The flow of time has changed quietly. Childhood dreams, simple, innocent and fearless. It is like a feather suspended in the air, because there is not enough weight and shackles, you can fly freely and float freely. The water was in a hurry, took away some, and changed a bit. When the feathers of dreams have the responsibility and the burden of responsibility, it also has a new metamorphosis. The dream now is more like a slowly crawling snail, maybe awkward, but every scratch on the back is full of solidity; perhaps heavy, but every forward touch is extraordinarily hard; maybe the speed is slower, But it always climbs along its own path, step by step. After all, one day, it can fly forward at the highest point, and enjoy the scenery that belongs to it.

Fifth grade: Ni Huacai