Dream, the distance

For some people, dreams are the distance of the world, but for me, it is a distance, so close to me, as if at your fingertips.

A few years ago, I was a lost lamb. Like most of the current middle school students, I didn’t have the goal of struggling. I spent a few years. Fortunately, my language scores have been good, and the teacher gave me a lot of advice. I gradually found out that I like writing.

Slowly determined the direction of my efforts, I began to develop my own plan, my dream - become a writer, I want to spare all my spare energy for this precious dream. In life, there should always be one time, and all things should be done for one thing, so that even in the old days, they will laugh and remember.

After graduating from junior high school, I always insisted on writing my own story. Now, I am glad that I did not give up, but insisted that I have met my Bole, my high school language teacher, who patiently taught me how to portray a person. The psychology also encouraged me to write novels and help me modify them. I have never felt that my dream is so close to me, I am really happy!

I am a very moving person. When I met the text, I learned the beauty of silence. Give me a cup of coffee, give me a pen, give me a book, I can start to maintain a lasting posture, and keep reading and writing.

As long as I work harder, my dream can be realized. At that time, I would like to thank my parents, teachers, and my group of friends who accompanied me to cry and laugh. Without you, how can I have me today? My science score is not good. I want to tell students who have poor grades. If they have dreams and achievements, they will succeed if they persist!

I have dreamed of: in a quiet village where the hustle and bustle of a city cannot spread, raise your own flock, eat your own vegetables, have your own log cabin, write your own story, feel the mood of others, this is also A happy life, this is my biggest dream.

Dream, dare to think, dare to insist, I believe that everyone will have their own dreams and work hard for it.

Fifth grade: a broken diary