Dream junior three composition

No matter in study, work or life, many people have written compositions. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my carefully arranged dream grade three 10 composition, hoping to help everyone.

Dreaming of a grain of sand, its dream is to become a pearl. In a shell, it endures loneliness, darkness and ridicule from other sands ... it never flinches in repeated experiments. I finally realized my dream and became a bright pearl.

I think this is the power of dreams. Dreams are firm beliefs and unremitting efforts to realize the value of one's life. Tu Youyou stuck to his dream. Under extremely difficult scientific research conditions, Tu Youyou team cooperated with other domestic institutions. After years of hard work and inspiration from the classic literature of traditional Chinese medicine, he finally took the lead in discovering artemisinin and creating a new drug for treating malaria. Hundreds of millions of people around the world have benefited from this "Chinese medicine"; Liu Ruopeng led the team to overcome difficulties, and finally successfully developed the "invisibility cloak", which can guide the "microwave turn" and prevent objects from being found. This achievement caused a sensation in China and even the world. After zero zero, student Rao Yike invented the "intelligent remote control solar water surface cleaning boat" through repeated revision and debugging, helping the "five rivers" in his hometown ...

Their deeds flashed in our minds and inspired us to move forward. Yes, they pursue their dreams and rely on rich knowledge and the spirit of exploration to pursue their goals.

I also have a big dream, that is, to paint the beautiful scenery of my hometown with the brush strokes of painting, so that people all over the country and even the world can understand and love my hometown. However, when we set up the drawing board, took out the brush and began to sketch, the scenery in front of us was really shocking. There is rubbish everywhere, the stream becomes turbid milky white, the sky is gray, and everything seems so far away from beauty. I'm sad and depressed. This hometown is not my dream hometown. According to my mother, when I was a child, she saw the clear river, breathed fresh air, and enjoyed the red flowers and green trees ... Will my dream land never return? No, I'm sure it will come back. I want to make my hometown beautiful with my every move. I don't litter, plant flowers and trees, beautify the environment, and advocate people to care for the environment ... My strength is small, but I believe that as long as I persist, I will succeed.

My dream is also everyone's dream. In just three years, through the efforts of everyone in my hometown, the "Milk River" has become a clear water river that can swim, and the green mountains and green waters have returned. Pujiang has become a beautiful city of flowers.

Now Pujiang can be painted everywhere. Nowadays, green rivers, dense aquatic plants, exquisite pavilions and leisurely tourists can be seen everywhere in Cuihu. The colorful exterior walls and lifelike 3D paintings in Luoyuan Village make people linger. The former Wu Minsheng village, the beautiful rape flowers and gorgeous sunflowers are amazing ... I can take out my brush again and draw the most beautiful hometown.

One person's dream is a pearl, and all people's dreams are connected into a string of pearls, which is the most beautiful gift to the world. Let's chase our dreams, come on!

My dream is to be admitted to a key high school. In order to achieve the goal I set, I have struggled, tried and failed! Never forget-when the results of the first mock exam came out, I looked at my results. I couldn't believe it, and my results plummeted ... but I didn't lose heart! Because I have been waiting for my dream! I don't want to be a loser and be eliminated by fate. I want to be the master of my destiny, so that I can withstand the wind and waves, the darkness and the blow!

It takes courage to wait for a dream.

Dreams are fragile, but as long as you guard them with courage and pursue them with your heart, the other side of your dreams will no longer be slim!

I have seen her on TV-her only right leg stands upright, like an elegant white swan, and her bright red dancing shoes shine. She is Li Yue, a Beichuan girl who lost her left leg in the earthquake. Her dream is to straighten her legs and become a ballet dancer. However, the sudden earthquake took her leg cruelly ... When people were worried that she would fall, Li Yue stood on one foot, opened her hands and danced her dreams at the opening ceremony of the Beijing Paralympic Games. If she has no courage to face setbacks and wait for her dreams, how can she succeed!

Standing on the threshold of the senior high school entrance examination, if I don't have the courage to face the exam failure and wait for my dream, how can I be brilliant!

In the process of chasing dreams, there are inevitably setbacks and hardships, but so what? Dreams give me the strength and determination to stick to the end, just like a sharp knife, giving me the courage to overcome everything. People don't kill Buddha, so I have to open up a way to realize my dream!

I can do anything. I'm looking forward to writing my self-esteem upside down. The dream of the senior high school entrance examination, my dream, is a decisive victory! I want to open my arms, fly my dreams, accumulate bits and pieces of the third grade and shout to the world: "My future is not a dream!" " "

I dreamed of the third grade composition 3 in the next few days, the days at school. It's really getting worse.

I think I digress. Have I lost the "goddess" who once commented on me? I think I have lost my proper culture. In class, life transcends love. . Everyone was so absorbed in their studies that they completely forgot that they had to fall in love. Enhance friendship. I just know that once my idea is wrong, once I think it is the focus of too many eyes, it is really pitiful. Now I just want to say that with such a low sense of existence, there will never be anything that suddenly sends my name from behind. Never again will a group of boys gather at the back of the classroom and suddenly call my name!

Especially in the class meeting that day, because there were many students in Class One, both men and women, who gathered in the back to play truth or dare, only those of us who were not in Class One watched the movies I had already seen. They are too noisy, which reminds me of Class Three again! Before, when I was playing truth or dare, I was always there. Now, where is the sense of existence? When there was a terrible quarrel, I shouted: The baby is unhappy! Of course, except for two or three people around me, it is impossible for others to hear. The person in front immediately turned around and said that she was also very upset. Her sense of existence is almost zero, and she is ignored every time she talks to us. Now, everyone is playing, but the protagonist is not her! She is a new transfer student, but she has to leave. She said that her sense of existence here is too low, and she wants to find his sense of existence in public schools!

Ah ah ah! The baby is really upset! Very distressed! Bad personality, right? (covering her mouth) It's been more than two weeks now. In my class, I still haven't found a friend I can really get along with. I used to get along well with my freshman and deskmate in front of me, but the baby really screamed this time! ~ both of them have left, and the freshman in the class has gone five. There is another one who is likely to leave, but it has not been announced yet. Unhappy!

I think I have forgotten what accomplishment is! Make a mess of yourself. That day, my friend came to see me after taking a shower. I just took a shower and we went back to the classroom together. The first time she saw me, she said, you look so sloppy. I pouted and said nothing. Actually, I know it myself. My clothes are 100. The result is so wide that it looks sloppy! It was a little wide before wearing 95, what's more! Before wearing 100, I used to clip up my clothes so as not to make myself look so sloppy. However, not after the ninth grade, which is a waste of time. Too hasty. I admit it. Later, I told my deskmate that I was sloppy. The deskmate may be to comfort me, she said, much better than her.

Don't want to say anything! I have forgotten what achievement is! I also forgot what is indifferent, selfless, helpful, good-natured, patient, goddess. Don't ask me, let me leave the worst image in this horrible 90 1! Can't spit.

Dream 4 Dream was considered as an unreachable word when I was a child.

When I grow up, I find that my dream is leaving me. I gradually feel that my dream is out of reach, just like the bright moon in the dark, I can't touch it. It hurts every time I think about it.

Struggle is a maze leading to ideal. On one side is Guan Ming, and on the other side is a bottomless cliff. From the moment we establish our dreams, our destiny is doomed, and we have to take different paths.

When I was a child, I had many dreams, such as being a fashion designer, photographer, teacher and so on. But this only belongs to the simple and lovely childhood at that time. Now, the dream supports all the pressures of life and faces the study pressure of the senior high school entrance examination. But there's a saying: Pursuing dreams, no matter how far and how difficult, as long as you believe in yourself and stick to your dreams, I believe we can all realize our dreams. Instead of regretting today with tears, it is better to struggle today with sweat, take dreams as the goal, set sail with dreams from now on, travel with dreams, and let dreams find their home.

Another song says: My future is not a dream. I live every minute carefully. My future is not a dream. My heart is beating with hope. ...

In short, dreams are realized by actions, and success will not fall from the sky, so let's seize the time, study hard and fight for our dreams!

The school distributes reference books and exercises every day. Then the words such as internal information are printed on the cover, which is very mysterious. The teacher told us not to give information to students in other schools, saying it was called competition.

We feel a little disdain for his statement, thinking that it is just to print more and charge us more money for writing materials.

One week before the exam, even our classmates in the back row read books and listened to lectures from time to time to cram for Buddha's feet. After all, as the old saying goes, when you get cold feet, sharpen your knife and don't miss the woodcutter. First, the results should not be particularly poor, and second, due to the pressure from home, parents should always be given an explanation, and one more point is one point.

Cai Pengcheng, who is usually heartless, is also much quieter. I turned around and saw a piece of white paper on his desk with many notes painted on it.

I forgot to mention that Cai Pengcheng started practicing piano at the age of 4, and I forgot whether it is Grade 8 or Grade 9 now. I once had the honor of watching him play the piano, but I forgot the name of the track. I only remember that Cai Pengcheng, who used to laugh and laugh, became serious as soon as he touched the keys.

"Master Cai, Cai Duofen, Cai Zhate, what are you doing?"

"Subei!"

Before Cai Pengcheng began to tease me, I heard a sharp soprano in front.

This voice is familiar to me. I think I will not hesitate to say who she is when I hear this voice in the crowd ten years later.

Yes, that's her. Qin Yao, the monitor of our class.

I think she is a very nosy girl, even if she is not the monitor.

I didn't stand up. I asked with some dissatisfaction, "What are you doing?"

"In the last section, I taught myself math and jumped to chemistry on Tuesday. Didn't you hear what the teacher said? Oh, by the way, how can the teacher in the back hear you? " Qin Yao recognized my dissatisfaction and her tone became tough.

Because I am tall and write well, I fill out the class schedule in front of the blackboard every morning.

Cai Pengcheng stood up and said in a provocative tone, "What are you talking about?"

Cai Pengcheng often goes on holiday with Qin Yao. Actually, it's a holiday. It's just that Cai Pengcheng and Lao Gao don't obey the discipline in the self-study class and don't take care of Qin Yao. After all, Qin Yao is a little girl movie. A big boy is talked about by a girl in front of the whole class, but his face will always be on.

It seems that Cai Pengcheng's words are stronger in the class.

The people in the front row don't care what happens. They only care about how many problems remain to be solved. The people in the back row are different. They all stopped, trying to have some fun.

I winked at Cai Pengcheng and quickly pulled him to sit down.

Although I was unhappy with Qin Yao's words, after all, she was the monitor, and this matter reached the ears of the class teacher. In the end, we suffered.

I put my unhappiness in my heart and said to Cai Pengcheng, "Don't compete with girls."

When I was six hours old, the roads in my hometown were bumpy and there was no high technology. Usually I walk from home to the street on rainy days, and my trouser legs are soaked in mud. Where are my shoes? They are covered in mud and heavy. Walking feels like being in a swamp, stuck in a dilemma. Because in my hometown, the streets are congested, and there are only a few people in the field path, it is possible to cut corners. However, after a few steps on the path, the trouser legs and shoes have been unrecognizable. For me who grew up in the city, this is undoubtedly unaccustomed and distressing. Yes, even walking is painful in my hometown.

Time flies, and five years have passed in a blink of an eye. Today, five years later, we are no longer crowded with tin cars at the peak of Spring Festival travel rush, bumping all the way until late at night, and finally knocking on the door of our house. Because we can already drive a private car, lie comfortably in the car seat, sleep beautifully with the breeze, listen to navigation, cross bridges, highways, warm service areas and novel scenery, until we park our car in front of our house, and finally feel at ease like a bird returning home.

Back home, I once again look back at this street five years ago, as if it had been moistened by the spring rain. Rows of buildings have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, even as if they had been hit with growth hormone. Large factories are "paved" outside the fields, and the momentum is like a rainbow after the rain, which inevitably makes people pay more attention.

Looking at the other side of the mountain from a distance, in the afterglow of wine red, I saw that this docile buffalo, after sleeping in his hometown for several years, was finally awakened.

The progress of this new era, like a child learning to walk, has finally taken an extremely exciting step with thousands of expectations.

There must be new dreams in the new era.

This year, we are in Grade Three. Grade three is a kind of struggle, and there is a kind of struggle called grade three. Fight, you can get one step closer to your dream. What is the dream? I don't know, all I know is that dreams are important. People who have no dreams live empty lives. This era requires us to rely on our own beliefs and will to bravely go through a journey full of thorns and bumps, and our dreams are just around the corner.

For the new era, for the new dream, for the beautiful youth, let's work hard in the direction of struggle!

7 "Running freely with the wind is the direction, chasing the power of thunder and lightning, putting the vast ocean into my chest, even a small sail can sail …" This melodious song carries the belief of infinite strength.

Young, I envy birds flying in the sky, like beautiful feathers and flapping wings. As a result, the young mind planted the seeds of "astronauts." Later, I learned about the vast universe, wonderful planets and mysteries that scientists can't tell, which strengthened my belief in being an astronaut.

Dreams are not dreams after all, nor dreams, so for a long time, I was like a sponge, absorbing related knowledge crazily. Not only that, a series of popular science knowledge such as insects and 100,000 whys satisfied my curiosity.

As time went on, I became more and more sensible. "The astronaut's dream has also dimmed a lot. The books I came into contact with were not only popular science books, but also the bookshelves were filled with composition books and literature books, and the walls were covered with various posters. Obviously, nothing has been decided, but something has changed.

As a primary school student, I like walking around on the three-foot platform best, and writing and doodling on the blackboard best. Every time I go to class, I occasionally think of my dreams, but I can't forget my childhood "astronaut" and I like my current teacher work. I often fantasize that if I were a teacher, I would seriously correct my homework and teach my students well.

So, I worked hard here again, but I won't "show off" as I did when I was a child. I will learn the same accent as the speaker on TV, and learn the persuasive guidance from the teacher after class. This dream has continued until now. Today, I am an excellent speech "expert"; He is a qualified teacher when talking about topics.

When you are young, there are many things that cannot be redeemed, such as distant time, such as withered feelings, and there are always many things that are difficult to give up. For example, you have a dream in your heart, pursue your own love, face the unknown on the road ahead, and when you can't leave, don't cling to the scenery ahead, don't look back at your trip, simply be yourself, and there is always a door open for your dream.

Dreaming of boundless darkness, I lost my way.

I am anxious to find my way, but I always wander in the same place.

Suddenly I found a little erratic light in the distance, flickering. This is the light. I turned around happily and walked towards the light with tired but firm steps.

As I approached step by step, the soft light became clearer and more real, and the gentle light swayed in my heart.

Close, close, finally, within reach-

It was a dream. I looked at the bright outside the window, closed my eyes, and remembered the vague dream, the trembling and happiness when I hugged the bright group at the last moment in my dream. At the moment, I even complain about the alarm clock that woke me up.

After class, the teacher asked us to write "What is a dream". I put my chin in my hand and somehow remembered the strange dream I had in the morning. Dreams should be like that light, and we can break free from the endless darkness by pursuing them.

Dream is really an extremely distant word. How many people spend their whole lives realizing a dream? How many people don't even have a dream all their lives? But there is no denying that a person who pursues his dreams must be a successful person, at least his life will be wonderful because of his dreams.

I want to be a historian. It's hard to learn history, I know, either sleep in the wind or sleep in the mud, or spend your whole life studying. But I am willing to use my hands to explore the truth buried deep in the ground, use my pen to record the wonderful things that happened a thousand years ago, use my eyes to touch the silence of the sun after a thousand years, and use my heart to feel the essence of the painstaking efforts of the masters of art. The most bitter, wonderful, authentic and enjoyable! I don't care about the hard conditions, I don't care about decency, I care about what I love. My life can be uncomfortable, my life can not be enjoyed, but my life must be wonderful! How can the fruit that you don't work hard for be sweet! How can you cherish soaring without hard work? What's the use of a mediocre life journey? !

I don't know if you've heard of it, but there's a rare kind of moth called the queen moth. The moment it emerges from its cocoon is its death door. The mouth of the cocoon is very narrow, and the larvae have to try their best to break free, and most of them die in this step. Someone moved out of pity and cut the cocoon mouth to let the queen moth climb out easily, but such a queen moth could not fly anyway, and she could only crawl on the ground with wings ten times larger than her body for the rest of her life. If there is no process of chasing, dreams are just useless waste. Where does the joy of realizing dreams come from? !

You can say that it is your dream to overcome the gravity of the earth, and I can also say that it is my dream to rush out of the solar system, but it is longer than anyone who pursues it. Dream, after all, is a function word, more practical, is the action you and I are chasing.

What is a dream? -inscription

I have no dreams.

I am doing my own thing, dreaming that I will come.

This is what she said.

She is not my mother, she is my sister, and certainly not my own sister.

She is 22 years old. For many years, she has been the favorite sister of all our children. She showed us around, beautiful and kind.

A few years ago, she failed in the college entrance examination and her family was reunited. Everyone was happy except for scolding her uncle with a cold face.

Without saying a word, she stood up and walked to the balcony, and I followed.

She stared at a pigeon for a long time, then turned to me and said, "Son, I want to jump from here."

I was shocked and said, "Sister, don't do this."

She smiled and said, "No, I have my own things to do. Your grades are better than mine. Study hard and go to a good school in the future. "

"Oh."

I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that she opened a noodle restaurant herself.

Another family reunion coincided with my failure in the final exam, and the atmosphere at home was tense. She said, come and stay with me for a while, son.

So, in the attic above the noodle restaurant during the summer vacation, I deeply felt her difficulties.

It's really difficult to run a noodle restaurant alone. The purchase, delivery, serving, cleaning and sanitation of the kitchen and the hall should be done by one person. The only thing is that the hired chef is still conscientious, so she doesn't have to worry about cooking.

In the morning, when I was still sleeping, I heard her get up quietly, heard the sound of plates, and heard the sound of big bags-I guess they were full of flour, vegetables and the like-brought in.

She is busy from morning till night, like a gust of wind. Of course, I can't help you, and she won't let me. At 90 pm, there were fewer people. She also has to settle accounts, calculate the expenses and income of the day, write down the sales of the day and plan what will happen tomorrow. God knows when she went to bed.

How hard it is for a girl in her early twenties, how difficult it is, and how much perseverance it takes to prop up the whole noodle restaurant.

I expressed my admiration for her, but she just smiled and said nothing.

For some time, she stared at the menu for a long time, and then crossed out the "shredded pork noodles" and changed it into "shredded chicken noodles". After a while, she got chicken flu again. She was speechless. She stared at the menu for a long time and changed it to "green vegetable noodles". Unexpectedly, after a while, there was a pesticide problem with vegetables, and she got sick in a fit of pique. After getting better, she changed back to "shredded pork"

At the end of the summer vacation, there was something wrong with the noodle restaurant. She said that her partner said a few days ago that she would help her expand her store and took away half a year's funds. But as soon as I left, there was no news

She didn't panic. She immediately called the chef in the shop and went to find someone alone. She couldn't find it at home, went to the company to look for it, searched all over the city, couldn't find it, and came back. She used her savings to fill the vacancy first.

We sat in the store at night, and it was 12 hours of despair. She didn't shed a tear, but looked at the signboard in the shop with bloodshot eyes.

The next day, it was reported that my partner was hit by a car and was discharged today. I heard about her performance during the break of the capital chain and said that she should increase investment.

That night, she was drunk as a fiddler. Although I was still young and didn't know about the "additional investment", she was in a good mood, so I was in a good mood. I joked, elder sister, your dream is to let your noodle restaurant open all over the country, right? She said, "Who said I didn't have a dream? I am doing what I should do, yes. " What dream? "

"Do you remember when I was a freshman? I eat supper in the restaurant every day. I find that many restaurants are of poor quality. The students have worked hard enough and have nothing to eat. From then on, I made up my mind to open my own restaurant, which made me feel that I should do the most. Anyway, I didn't get into a good university and those three schools. Can't help me, so ... "

I'm a little sad and proud of her. She is really something.

Later, at a family gathering, I saw her again. She is as beautiful and more capable as before.

Uncle smiled. "Business is good, earning more than those college students."

She smiled and winked at me. I know it's as simple as money. She had a dream that she didn't have.

Dear people, you should understand that we, ourselves, think what we should do is a dream-postscript.