Composition: I appreciate the special forces.

When the first ray of sunshine at dawn, lightly sprinkled on the horizon, rippling layer by layer, and then gradually, gradually, a flaming sunrise rose on the horizon, shining thousands of golden sunshine on the misty earth; Magic is sprinkled on the five-star red flag caressed by the morning breeze; Hallucinations are shining in my shining eyes.

I looked at the rising sun and the five-star red flag with such deep affection, then closed my five fingers and drew an arc on my chest, hanging over my head for a standard team ceremony. At this time, an ideal seed has been deeply rooted in my heart-I want to be a special soldier of the China Army.

This ideal is not influenced by parents, but infected after watching the TV series "I am a special soldier".

In the play, Xiaozhuang and the five brothers are excellent special forces loyal to the motherland and the people. They are not afraid of difficulties and obstacles and are always loyal to the motherland and the people. They just joined the army, just a "rookie" who knows nothing, has underdeveloped limbs and simple mind. But it was with that persistence and perseverance that they passed the novice training of the "devil" and finally entered the special forces and the special brigade of the spike B group. They always make strict demands on themselves to work hard, work hard and train hard again. It is because of this hellish training that they have become the spike special forces now.

I dream of becoming a special soldier like them one day, so for this ideal, I constantly break through my own limits and create my own miracles.

Every morning, when the sun rises, there will always be a person running on the garden path; Whenever the sun sets, there will always be an unsociable person walking on the stairs next to the elevator with a schoolbag on his back. ...

And all this is just for my ideal.

I still remember one time, at the sports meeting, the PE teacher asked us to run 800 meters. When the whistle sounded, the students all flew out like arrows, but they soon pulled away. I am in the upper-middle stage, but I can hardly keep the pace of my running. Gradually, my breathing is getting tighter and tighter, my feet are paralyzed, as if I had drunk lead, my heart is heavy, and my vision is inevitably blurred.

Then I heard footsteps. I hurried back, and the students behind me had already caught up. "No, I can't let them pass me!" I thought I succeeded in running the first two steps, but I immediately fell into a state of exhaustion, and I couldn't see another step. The situation is deadlocked.

At this moment, I remembered my ideal again and the special forces again. I took a deep breath and recovered my calm. At this time, I felt the rhythm of the wind and the flow of power. Suddenly, I'm full of strength, I'm full of energy. So, inspired by the wind, I rushed to the finish line and won the championship!

Where there is ideal, there is motivation, and where there is motivation, there is miracle. Miracle is not an accident of fate, but a necessity after hard work; Miracle is not the spark between time and fate, but the shining light after the diamond is broken; Miracle is not a patchwork of good weather, good weather and good people, but a fragrant rice watered by sweat. Believe it, I am the future special forces!

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