Flying Dream Composition 1 Everyone has his own dream. My dream is to be a captain because I want to fly freely in the blue sky.
That night, I realized my dream. In my sweet dream, I was waiting for takeoff in the cockpit of the plane. The weather is fine. When the headquarters asked me to take off, I was very excited and my heart was pounding. I stepped on the accelerator and the plane rushed to the runway like an arrow. I pulled up the joystick and the plane spread its wings and flew into the blue sky like a bird. After a while, the plane flew higher and higher and gradually got into the clouds. I looked at the white clouds like cotton balls, and my heart was full of joy. I am a little afraid of heights, but I also let go of my fear and become relaxed and calm. Looking down at the ground, the beautiful scenery on the earth attracted my attention: green mountains, quaint houses, blue sea, birds flying in mid-air occasionally ... just when I was distracted by the scenery, suddenly, a plane came face to face. Surprised, I quickly grabbed the joystick to fly the plane and pulled it up. I thought to myself: I will work harder, there are 200 lives on this plane! You must learn flying skills. ...
At that moment, the plane dodged to one side and avoided the disaster. We arrived at our destination smoothly, and the passengers applauded and encouraged me. ...
The applause faded away and the alarm clock sounded in my ear. I suddenly woke up and found myself lying in bed, not in the air. It was a dream. But what a wonderful dream it is! How I wish it could come true! In order to realize my dream, I should work hard at the moment. I got up quickly, brushed my teeth, picked up my schoolbag and strode to school. I was full of energy along the way, and every step was particularly powerful, as if every step was a step closer to my dream. What an inspiring dream! I am very happy and proud to be a captain. I hope I can realize my dream in the future.
I often think that angels have a pair of beautiful and pure wings, which is a symbol of beauty and peace. If only I had wings like that.
Finally, I also have a pair of wings like angels. I spread my wings high, crossed the clouds, flew to the heavenly palace, and went to see the punished Chang 'e of WU GANG in the Guanghan Palace. I pray that Chang 'e will always be beautiful, and then pray that they can live a happy life like a fairy as soon as possible. Fly out of Guanghan Palace, attend the flat peach banquet of the Queen Mother, watch the seven fairies dance and listen to the fairy music. Look at the greedy fairy. They are tasting the Millennium wine with relish ... the intoxicated look is really interesting!
After attending the banquet, I refined the seven-color sunflowers given to me by the Queen Mother into seeds of peace, and the birds scattered them on the earth. The blind girl's eyes have seen again. The colorful world in front of her excited her, and she could concentrate on Beethoven again. But Xiao Yang swallowed a seed of peace, and his hand moved. He opened his eyes and got a second life. I brought him to our society and let him give full play to his specialty. He became an excellent musician. I also gave Fanka's letter to my grandfather to my kind grandfather, so that he could understand his grandson's painful life and quickly take Fanka home, so that the hateful shoemaker got the punishment he deserved. ...
I spread the seeds of peace all over the earth, and there are seven colors of peace flowers everywhere. The fragrance of the flower of peace is intoxicating and purifies everyone's mind. There is no more war and exploitation in the world, and there is no more pain and sorrow for mankind. The world is full of laughter.
I want to spread my ideal wings and fly to the paradise of my dreams! If you have a dream, you must overcome difficulties, not be afraid of setbacks, and fly forward bravely, fly!
I am a little pupa, a pupa that has been bound through the cold winter.
In a trance, I still remember a long time ago, I looked at the blue sky and leisurely clouds among the green leaves, listened to the birds singing and listened to the leaves telling beautiful stories to the flowers. Everything is so beautiful.
Suddenly one day, a flying flower floated by me. No, it should be a beautiful butterfly, dancing and carefree as a cloud. From then on, I had a beautiful dream in my heart-flying.
Therefore, I am eager to have a pair of beautiful wings that can fly and fly freely to the place where the wind blows. However, I can't fly without those beautiful wings!
I am distressed, I wander.
Uncle and grandpa once said: as long as you have a dream in your heart, it can become a reality in the middle of the year.
Since then, I have tried to conserve my strength. Climb, climb, roll and hang. I exercise again and again. When you are thirsty, suck some dew; Tired, the trees provide me with shade. But day after day, I still can't grow beautiful flying wings on my back. Gradually, my back became stiff and my mind became dull-I fell into a deep dream. In my dream, I have beautiful wings. Under the blue sky and white clouds, I am dancing, the clouds are dancing for me, and the wind is clapping for me.
A cold wind woke me up. Why, I became a cocoon-bound pupa! Where is the blue sky? Where are the white clouds? Is it only night and cold wind that accompany me? No, there should be my dream of flying!
Grandpa Tree won't lie to me, I firmly believe.
I struggled desperately and resisted desperately. I have worn several layers of skin, and the pain has made me dizzy several times. I can't die like this. I still have my own dreams. Finally, one day, when a light came from my head, I tried my best to break free from the cage that bound me. It worked! I see the light again!
Stretch out the bound body for a long time, and a warm wind lifts it in the air. I don't know when my aunt and parents got a pair of beautiful wings!
Blue sky and white clouds, clouds dancing for me, wind clapping for me ... this used to be my beautiful dream.
As long as you have a dream in your heart, it will come true in the new year! I know, Grandpa Tree didn't lie to me.
The dream of flying is a magical seed rooted in everyone's heart. It needs to be watered year after year and day after day to grow into a towering tree, with gorgeous flowers and sweet fruits.
It sounds easy, but it is easier said than done. The seeds of dreams are the most stubborn. It is not enough to persist for a few days, weeks or months. Stubborn to almost give up, but there are always people who have the will, the confidence and the perseverance, and have thousands of ideas, thousands of experiments and thousands of innovations for their dreams. In thousands of nights, they devoted themselves to seemingly absurd dreams. We all want to be such people and fly our dreams!
Dreams are at one end of your maze. If you want to go out, you must know that there is more than one way, and you can't give up when you enter the dead. You must innovate, find another way, and with persistence, you will reach the end one day. If you just insist, you can't get out even if you die. Therefore, dreams are still in the hands of those who are creative and look at the overall situation.
I have seen such a story: there are many debris, scrap metal, wood blocks and other debris piled up next to the Statue of Liberty. When the local people didn't know how to deal with the garbage, a man stood up and said he would handle it. After processing, he turned this "garbage" into a small version of the Statue of Liberty souvenir. Soon, he sold hundreds of thousands of yuan with these souvenirs. Dreams should also be realized like this person, using all available resources, turning waste into treasure, human resources, environmental resources ... these are propellers to help you succeed, and we should make good use of them.
Dreams are like treasures locked in a box. You have a bunch of keys, gold, silver and jeweled, but you can't afford to open the treasure chest. Only the most inconspicuous is the real key. To realize your dream, you have to pay attention to the details around you, pay attention to the things around you, and observe and think, which is also very important. Any ordinary thing will hide extraordinary opportunities.
To realize your dream, you actually need someone to help you. Many hands make light work, and "many people gather firewood and the flames are high." Only one person has limited ability, and you need the help of family, friends, teachers and classmates to realize your dreams unimpeded. Therefore, those dream catchers get together and become a team of dream catchers instead of fighting alone. A group and a knot can overcome all difficulties and make your dream come true.
Dreams are birds with different races and shapes. Everyone's dreams are different, big and small, but there is no good or bad. All need to be realized. Let's realize our dream!
Fly your dreams!
Today, I have nothing to do but look through the photo album, and the long-forgotten memory comes into view instantly. On the childish face, there is an innocent smile, which is my childhood memory and records my childhood dream!
I had too many dreams when I was a child. I dreamed that I could grow a pair of wings and fly freely in the blue sky like a happy bird. How happy and cheerful it is! So a few like-minded, innocent friends picked some miscellaneous leaves and generous banana leaves and tied them on their arms to make them look like wings. Then, standing proudly on the high loess slope, imitating the bird, spreading its wings and shouting, "One, two, three … jump!" " "Little friends jumped down one by one, and the result was that their feet stood tightly under the slope, or they rolled down the mud pile in a panic, which made people laugh and cry! Little friends had to go home in frustration!
However, as time goes by, I grow up day by day, and I understand that people can't realize their dream of flying by simple artificial wings or simple tools. Only by inventing better flying tools can they overcome the gravity of the earth and realize their dream of flying!
This is my childhood dream, and it is also a little funny thing that happened when I was a child, which makes people laugh, but I believe that when I grow up, I will learn more knowledge and invent more advanced aircraft to realize my dream of flying freely in the blue sky!
Flying Dreams Composition 6 "I finally flew"! At this moment, my dream has also inserted wings to walk with me. I couldn't help laughing when I looked at the clouds around me and the little black spots that I couldn't see clearly underground. The sky is empty, only my crying.
I am a green phoenix flying out of the henhouse. ...
My family is a ruined aristocrat. Our family is a noodle family sealed by the royal family. For generations, we all thought that the royal family developed noodles with various flavors in order to survive. It is said that the noodles made by grandparents were once called "the best food". To this end, the bird king also specially named grandpa "God of Food" and named us a noodle house. However, in the father's generation, due to his conformism and ruthlessness, he has not been able to innovate new flavors of noodles, nor has he been favored by the king of beasts. Therefore, the family has fallen.
Family affairs have declined, but jealousy and fraud still exist in aristocratic families. There is also a rule in our family, that is, the shop was passed on from son to daughter. My birth brought the eldest son to my family, and naturally the shop was passed on to me. But my birth was not cheered, but the screams of menstruation. I was born bigger than a normal chicken, and the feathers on my wings are hard and long. What surprises everyone most is that my color is dark green, not as soft and lovely as a chicken. Before I knew what was going on, my mother pecked me with love. Well, at least my mother likes my dark green chicken. From then on, I lived a quiet and stable life, and my neighbors were still friendly to me, but that hateful rhubarb dog always stared at me angrily, which always made me feel creepy.
I have to admit that although I am a chicken, I always have an impulse to fly. Subconscious thoughts always urge me to spread my wings and run to the sky, but every time I tell my friends, everyone will burst into laughter ... everyone will say, look, this ugly thing is dreaming again. At this time, I always retreat to the river beside the green space silently, looking at my dark green and gloomy outline reflected by the river, and constantly reminding myself that yes, I am a chicken, and flying is a dream too far away. Maybe I should stop dreaming. ...
Suddenly, I grew up. On my third birthday, my father officially announced that I would become the owner of this shop. At the moment of announcement, I felt excited, so I knew that I could support my family's livelihood with my own hands from now on. That night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep for a long time. ...
The next day, at dawn, I got up and had a quick breakfast. Today is my first time to go to the store alone, and my mother is a little worried. I confidently assured my mother that nothing would happen, and then ran out of the house. Running and running, I suddenly knocked down passers-by, so I quickly apologized, rubbed my head and looked up. It was rhubarb dog! The first thought that popped up in my mind was running, but the yellow dog's foot strength was not general, so he followed me closely. I don't know why the pace under my feet is getting slower and slower, and my legs are soft, sweaty and panting. I ran around in the Woods, desperate. Looking back, I saw that the yellow dog was ferocious, fierce, and his fangs braved the cold light, and he felt like a stranger in the road.
Huh? What's ahead? It's dark. No, it's a cliff. As soon as I turned around, I saw the aggressive yellow dog behind me. The yellow dog approached step by step, but I had no way out. What should I do? I decided to think I was dead, so I closed my eyes and jumped down. ...
The whistling wind in my ear aroused my instinct to survive. I spread my wings and the airflow shuttled between my feathers. Even the smallest fluff can feel the buoyancy of the wind. I am flying! Really! I really flew!
Slowly landing on the open grassland, I ran home ecstatic and planned to tell my mother the good news. But as soon as I stepped into the house, I saw the door open, many family elders stood at the door of the main house, and my mother cried silently behind. Before I knew what was going on, I was tied down by the swarming neighbors.
The dazzling sunshine, the sultry atmosphere and the whispering of people around you seem to have happened in a previous life. "This green chicken how so don't understand the rules? Working hard to support the family is actually possible to learn to fly. The elders saw it. This is the end! No peaceful ending! "
I think the sun is really dazzling. My tears, drop by drop, fell and wet my green feathers. ...
I don't remember what happened afterwards. In that hot summer, I was put in a family dungeon.
No one came to visit me until late at night. I looked at the lone star in the sky through the only small window in the dungeon. Looking at the blue sky, I am very confused. I feel lonely, empty and helpless as never before. Gradually I fell asleep. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the chain shaking in my ear. It's my mother. I immediately got up from the ground, and my mother hugged me tightly. For a long time, my mother dried her tears and said with a smile, "silly child, why are you crying?" You should be happy today. " "Happy?" I'm confused. I don't know what my mother is talking about. "Listen, son …" My mother told me my life story. It turned out that my parents were a couple of Phoenix, and they were meeting the natural enemies of Phoenix.
My father fought fiercely with my weak mother to protect me, but after all, my father's ability was limited. After several rounds, my father was defeated and my father was completely defeated by the pursuit of victory. My parents found my mother on the farm before they died, so ...
I see, really, the ice and snow in my heart immediately turned into apricot blossoms and rain all over the sky, and slowly fell down. ...
Since then, I am no longer mediocre, and I have my own dreams in my heart. I hope it can take root and sprout, and finally produce delicious fruit. Every day, I will spare some time and try my best to fulfill my dream. Time goes by day. ...
My training has been very successful, and finally one day I decided to try again. That morning, the sun just showed half of my face, the grass was still stained with crystal dew, the flowers were still in bud, and the soil still smelled slightly. I stood on the mountain, smiling quietly. A gust of wind smelled of flowers, and the earth fragrance came at me. I feel relaxed and happy as never before. Shake my green wings, it is so dazzling and strong under the sunshine.
Finally, I started flying. Although I was a little nervous at first, happiness soon gained the upper hand. For the first time, I felt safe and sheltered. So this is my home.
"I finally flew" is a heartfelt cry. As long as you have a dream and stick to it, you will let your dream fly with you.
The ancients said, "Books are still medicine, and good reading can cure fools." Indeed, books are my stupid medicine.
Reading reminds me of sailing for my dream.
I remember when I was a child, I was in Grade One and Grade Two. I hate reading very much. The book that my mother bought was either discarded by me or scribbled. Because I don't like reading, my composition is poor. My mother drafted all the compositions assigned by the teacher. She watched and I wrote them.
Until one time, my deskmate was reading with great interest, and I was puzzled. So I also read the book Yilin. Even after reading this book, I fell in love with reading!
One day at noon, I was reading at home with a book in my hand. My mother suddenly said to me anxiously, "daughter, hurry!" Go and buy me a pack of salt. " I frowned and refused in every way. But thinking that my mother was in a hurry to cook, I reluctantly agreed. An idea suddenly occurred to me: I can go to the store while reading. Anyway, there's a way to see. So I went to the bookstore with a book in my hand. On the way, I saw the most wonderful and important part of this book. I squatted in an alley in a daze, page after page, and one story passed by my eyes.
I don't know what time it is. A cleaning aunt passed by this alley and saw me. She immediately said to me in surprise, "Little Sister, why are you reading in the alley?" It's two o'clock in the afternoon. Why don't you go home for dinner? "I didn't pay attention to this aunt at first, but I could hear' 2 pm'. I immediately stood up and opened my eyes wide. I ran to the bookstore with this book in my hand. Along the way, I almost ran. When I got home, I panted and shouted, "Mom, I bought the salt back. "At this time, there is little food left on the table. My mother said to me angrily, "Look at the time. When all the dishes are finished, I will buy the salt back. " I blushed and whispered to my mother, "mom, I'm sorry. I was so fascinated by reading on the road that I forgot to buy salt." "When my mother heard that I came back so late because I was reading, she immediately smiled and said," You little bookworm! " "
After reading thousands of books, my writing level has improved a lot, and it's not like before. I deeply understand that reading is the cornerstone for us to climb the lofty peak. Reading, I am looking for everything, just for my dream.
Books are good teachers and friends, accompanying us to find self-confidence and reach the other side of success. Wandering in the vast sea of books, I flew in the vast dome, climbed the rugged mountains, looked around the ends of the earth, saw the sunset snow in Qian Shan and stepped through the deep valley. My dream flies in reading!
Flying Dreams Composition 8 When the cold wind blows the dreams in my heart, it opens a pool of blue ripples. When the fragile wings can't stand the wind and snow, it is the dream that flies with me and warms this falling autumn.
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When I was a child, I looked at the heroic soldiers and dreamed that one day I could put on a straight military uniform and stand solemnly under the national flag. It is so majestic and sacred that it seems that my whole childhood has been occupied by it. I believe that if there is no such time, this dream will be persisted by me.
It's another autumn wind rustling season. It is said that autumn is sunny and it is the harvest season. But why did my naughty and lovely brother stab those watery eyes in such a beautiful season? At that time, my hands were bleeding, and after stabbing me, I lost my most real and beautiful appearance. I was helpless, but there was nothing I could do to see my brother pushed into the operating room. I clearly felt the stabbing pain from the person to the fingertip. At that moment, I
Now that I have grown up, everything around me has changed. The only constant is the bloody tragedy of childhood and the dream of becoming a doctor. I think I can do without beautiful neon lights, bright moonlight and a good living environment, but I just hope that there will be no more such tragedies. I hope that we can rely on the strength of doctors to reduce such tragedies, reduce the pain of death and let us live quietly. However, I will always stick to this dream and become a doctor, which will be my belief.
The next time the cold wind blows my dream, it will only strengthen my imagination. When my fragile wings experience wind and rain again next time, it will only make me stronger and more courageous to face all this. The dream in my heart will definitely break through everything, bring flying and continue to warm this late autumn.
Flying Dream Composition 9 Orchids in the courtyard dance in the cicadas, giving off a refreshing fragrance from time to time. With the cicada singing and fragrance, the little girl grew up and gradually understood the graceful and restrained of Li Qingzhao, the gentleness of Zhu Ziqing, the boldness of Li Bai and the sharpness of Lu Xun. A white cloud floats slowly in the blue sky, and a blue dream rises slowly in the girl's heart.
The girl knows that the goddess of literature will not fall in love with her, but the girl believes that the goddess of literature is willing to give herself a small corner.
The blue dream has become a secret in the girl's heart, and the dreamy blue diary has become the best "training ground" for girls. Late at night, cicada fell asleep, only the fragrance of orchids, orange lights accompanied the girl to sleep. Sweat soaked the hair, and the girls stubbornly "trudged" regardless of mosquito bites. Everything around is asleep, only the girl is awake; Everything around is quiet, except the pen in the girl's hand, which is still waving wildly on the paper. Dreams are thriving. The girls put the dream of 10, the dream of10, and the hope of 12, together with their blue dreams, into the paper.
As time goes by, the girl's dream grows up day by day, her inner world grows stronger day by day, and her will is firm day by day. Although girls are not good at writing, dancing, musical instruments and computers, they are not worth mentioning in the eyes of girls. Only their dreams are the most important.
I don't know how many days and nights passed, and the girl's first novel was finally finished-"Childhood in chains".
Let's pick up the pen in our hands, draw colorful dreams and write a song of triumph. Let our dreams fly together!
Flying Dream Composition 10 In a happy holiday, our family went back to their hometown in the countryside for a holiday.
It's late spring, and the azaleas in the field are all red, which looks like a flaming flame from a distance. We can't wait to run over and wander in the sea of flowers. Just then, some flying insects flew out of the flowers. I exclaimed, "What a beautiful butterfly." "This is not a butterfly, but a queen moth." Mom corrected.
Suddenly a strong curiosity prompted me to observe the queen moth carefully. A pair of furry tentacles at its front end are swinging proudly, like a small and exquisite phoenix tail feather; When the wings are folded, they look like a curly flower; When opened, it is about 20 cm long, with light yellow, dark pink, rose red, purple and bright spots in brown, just like a peacock with a screen open. Six stubby calves are as strong as a stick. What a "queen moth"
My mother also told me that the reason why the queen moth is called "emperor" comes from the story that it can fly. The queen moth spent her childhood in a cocoon with a very narrow hole. If you want to be able to fly, you must pass this "gate of hell"