Every child is an angel, have a pair of their own wings, this pair of wings have a nice name - dream. Dream ah, say big, say small, it exists in each of our hearts, but let a person elusive. However, just because there is a dream, we will bloom in the road of life only belongs to their own light.
I also have a dream, that is, to become a piano teacher. I remember, when I was a child, because I envied the piano teacher, the first time with the piano teacher said my idea, but also the first time to really be a small teacher. However, I froze when students younger than me asked me questions. I didn't even know the answers to the questions at that time, but I didn't want to see their disappointed faces, so I said, "What's the use of just knowing music theory knowledge? The most important thing is to listen to the music! What do you want to hear? I'll play!" "Moonlight Sonata!" "Fantasy Improvisation!" Once again, I froze, I naively thought they were young enough to play some children's songs, but I didn't realize they knew so much! "Sister, are you going to play it or not?" I was so ashamed, my face was as red as an apple. When the piano teacher saw my embarrassment, she came over to help me, "I'll play it!" I immediately gave way and hid in the corner to listen to the piano teacher play. As the melodious sound of the piano rang out, I was shocked to see the children's faces full of admiration once again. Through this experience, I realized that a teacher is not as simple as being a bully on the podium, but that you must first have the capital to make others admire you. At that moment, a small seed sprouted in my heart, a seed called "dream", the flower language is "to be a piano teacher. In order to this dream, I began to practice hard, twice a week, no matter how cold or hot, even if I was sick, I insisted on going to the class, because I hope that the "dream seed" quickly germinate, early fruit and grow a pair of wings, like a bird with my dream in the blue sky to fly freely.
Finally, after a few years of hard work, the most critical moment came, that is, the week before the piano grade 10 examination test, in this most critical week, I live every day with a three-point-one life, sleep - eat - practice, every day, non-stop practice, the whole person is engrossed in the music, rest time is also listening to the examination! When I rested, I also listened to the examination pieces, listening to them tirelessly. On the day of the exam, I stepped onto the stage with excitement. I believed that I would not make any mistakes, because the hard practice in the past few years does not lie, and I confidently finished the three pieces of the exam. When it was time for the judges to grade the pieces, I was relaxed. However, I couldn't be careless because there were still more challenges waiting for me. At that moment, I felt the "seed of my dream" sprouting. Although it was just a little bit, it witnessed my growth and became my motivation. One day, it will bear fruit and grow wings, carrying my dream, in the vast blue sky like a bird flying free.
The dream is real in our hearts, each of us is a diamond, the dream is to polish the diamond apparatus, because the road to the dream is difficult. But this is not terrible, because the wings of the dream will guide us to overcome the difficulties, and the difficulties will only make us stronger, so be brave!
When we all grow wings, you will find that a small seed no longer exists, but it is not gone, but quietly lying in the treasure box called "memory". Everyone has a dream, so go and realize it! The wings of your dream will surely lead you to success! Don't think that dreams are boring, it's because of dreams that you have wings, and when you see your wings, you'll be proud of them, because they are unique wings that you have earned through hard work!
Part II
I once dreamed of having a pair of beautiful wings, soaring in the boundless sky, although this is a childish idea, but it carries the beautiful vision of my early childhood, I fantasized about being an angel, fairy, or even Tinkerbell, not for anything else, just for them to be able to do whatever they want in the sky. I imagined that I was an angel, a fairy, or even a Tinkerbell. I would like to meet, in the night dreaming, all feel more than a pair of wings, so in the dream I am happy and satisfied with the smile, but in the morning, I found that it is just a kind of virtual just, the heart instead of more than a few points of light sadness, which also dare to hope that their own wings have more robust it?
With the passage of time, I grew up, the idea of maturity, they do not want their own childhood that yearning, more a rebel, but also more of a want to be free of the mood. Although in life, I follow the rules, trying to do a parents, teachers, everyone in the eyes of the good girl, but still can not restrain the heart of the real self shouting, I am weak, so every time to surrender to end, I am helpless, but what can it do? I had to look for my own colorful dreams.
I flew, I can finally fly, I looked around the fairy tale world with joy. Green lawns, blue skies, colorful flowers, and all kinds of small animals, oh my! It's incredible, what a beautiful, beautiful picture. Isn't that Mariko, and Crayon Shin-chan, Tinkerbell and Nobita, why are they here too, great. I spread my own wings and proudly flew towards them, "Hi everyone yeah." "Hello, we Dream Kids, welcome to our happy world." I accepted their invitation. We played together, ran, jumped, flew in the sea of flowers, and splashed in the creek too. We can also soar together in this boundless world, and tell each other's heart's content to our hearts' content, what Xiao Xin got into trouble again, what should he do? Nobita has requests for Tinkerbell cats, much, much more. We fly far, far away, who do not feel tired, who do not know that time is slowly passing. Here there is no adult nagging, mountains of books, not to mention the worry over marks themselves. I am so relaxed, so free, so like this life, vent their emotions, vent their personality.
This is the pleasure of letting go, it turns out to be so smooth!
Part 3A person, carrying a large suitcase, shuttling in all corners of the world, no ties, no attachment, to be a free and easy traveler, this is my dream.
The guitarist under the Eiffel Tower sings, the sea breeze on the Tokyo Bay Bridge, the gentle strings in the Golden Hall in Vienna, the pigeons on the Prague Square with their backs to the setting sun, the ruins of Babylon with a sense of history of the ancient wall, I want to spend my life to experience the gorgeous romance, I want to stop in different places to listen to the heartbeat of the city, I want to make the journey this constantly walking into a warm memory of a person. The first thing I want to do is to make this journey a warm memory that belongs to only one person.
I want to go to Paris, which is so beautiful that I can't go through it, and I want to see the city piled up with color palettes and canvases. The Seine River meanders by, and all the memories of love, as if the sound of the gurgling river, can be heard, but can not be traced. Notre Dame de Paris sleeps quietly by the river, a classical Gothic church, mesmerizing because of the mythic story of the bell tower. Victor Hugo found a word engraved on the wall in a dark corner of the Notre Dame de Paris bell tower - destiny, a word that touched his soul. We may not be able to witness how he wrote this work, which is as timeless as this church, but today, when we look up, it is as if we can still see Esmeralda's fluttering white dress. A writer once wrote: Paris is a flower, the most beautiful is the stamen; Paris is a young girl, the most beautiful is the eyes; Paris is an old man, the most beautiful is the wrinkles.
Time, will change all, this unparalleled city, will also change with time more and more beautiful, only the Seine River water with the lovers vow, never change slowly flowing.
Want to go to the outskirts of Tokyo, want to breathe gently in the large flower fields, see the sun in the petals flow, the morning air, some cool, in such a place, time seems to have slowed down, like the Japanese literary film tide like the spread of sadness, the snow as pure white faith, and like the fragrance of the flowers so light love. Close your eyes, like a cold morning in the teenage years, wearing headphones, riding a bicycle, running through the wilderness, the sound of the octave box in the air slowly flowing, the unfinished journey still to continue, quickly elongated straight line, extending to the next starting point.
I want to go to Vienna, the city of music, I want to open a concert in the unoccupied Golden Hall that belongs only to myself, I want to sit in a cafe at sunset, listen to the magnificent and gentle strings, see the cello strings flooded with inexplicable color, I want to pray quietly in the Karl Church, I want to hear the waltz round dance light rhythm, I want to see the maiden's fluttering skirt, and I want to look away from the crystal clear Danube River. I want to see the notes shining with the river.
This is my dream, in a different place, experience a different life, I firmly believe that the dream has this power.
But life is also a long and short journey, and for me, this journey, now has a clear direction.