A composition about my dream.

1. When I was young, I had a dream buried in my heart. I have read many famous literary works. For example, the representative works of Mr. Lao She, Mr. Ba Jin, Grandma Bing Xin and Mr. Xu Zhimo. The wonderful writing style of these writers deeply shocked my soul. This is my motivation to become a writer.

In order to realize this dream, I should start working hard from junior high school. I am no longer limited to reading articles by domestic writers, but also reading foreign classics. For example, works by great writers such as Dumas, Dumas and Tolstoy. This allows me to concentrate the styles and skills of domestic and foreign writers, and also write and contribute from time to time. I have written the longest composition [Travel Notes in the North] with more than 8,000 words! I gave this "work" five stars on the campus network! This makes me full of confidence and strive to become a great writer.

If I become a writer, I will go to Beijing in 2008 to write about the sportsmanship of Olympic athletes and the strength of China with my pen. I want to see the magical Jiuzhaigou and Daqing oil fields and write about the beauty and richness of the motherland. I want to make friends with poor children and write about their desire for knowledge. If I become a writer, I will travel around. I'm going to France to write about the power of the Eiffel Tower. I'm going to America to write about the beauty of the Statue of Liberty. I'm going to Rome to write about the horror of the Colosseum. I'm going to Egypt to write a secret about the pyramids. I'm going to Greece to write about the scenery of the Aegean Sea. I'm going to Japan to write about the magic of Mount Fuji. I want to keep all the customs of the world in my mind. Use the pen in your hand to describe the splendid cultures around the world, and use the pen in your hand to describe the blueprint for friendship and peace among the people of the world.

Dream is like a bird, you must not bind it in a cage, you must let it spread its wings and fly freely in the blue sky, so that the dream can take off in the blue sky! In order to realize my dream, I must write the world culture, Olympic spirit, national heroes and brilliant tomorrow with my pen!

My mother has short black hair. She has arch eyebrows, a pair of big eyes and a modest mouth, and a pair of glasses on her high nose. My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress.

I usually live in my grandmother's house and I can't see my mother until Saturday and Sunday. Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences wholeheartedly with me. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written in combination with my composition. My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life.

I remember one day, it was snowing heavily, and in a short time, the whole city became a Xue Hai, a snowy paradise and a snowy world. On that day, my deciduous teeth had not fallen out, but my permanent teeth had grown out. My mother insisted on taking me to have my baby teeth pulled out. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother. I threw snowballs at my mother. I thought to myself: Mom is unbelievable. Why do I have to come out for tooth extraction in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall by itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I don't feel any pain at all. Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat and I laugh easily and happily. Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth.

Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return.

Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.

The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.