What in the dream as the theme of essay one: the dream of the grove
In my fifth grade winter vacation, I returned to my soulful hometown - the snowy mountains. Early one morning, I freshened up after, put on a small flower hat, back on the small bamboo basket, with the grandmother down to the ground, along the way, first catch a few grasshoppers, and pick a few small wildflowers, and then teased a little puppy ...... really call for a good time!
Came to the ground, played for a while to see a flower butterfly flew past to follow it to run, unknowingly these guides took me into a forest. I stared at the surroundings with curious eyes.
This grove is really dense! Is a willow, white Chinese, pine, redwood ...... convergence of a piece, they are close to each other, overhead branches intertwined with each other, only sporadic, broken sunlight good irregularly scattered on the path, the rocks are also full of green moss, walking in the woods, from time to time, I heard one or two oriole phantom rhyme call. On both sides of the path are filled with lovely unknown wildflowers, which emit a light fragrance. The charm, the path, the fragrance, this is not exactly a quiet picture of the mountains and forests, is not it?
The forest is still a bit "big". The trees on both sides of the quiet path, some famous, some unknown; some very tall, some very short; some very thick, some very thin. I was playing and walking along the secluded path, touching this and that. I walked for quite a while, but I hadn't reached the end yet, and rested by a very thick tree. The tree looked like it should be hundreds of years old.
This grove is so beautiful! Tender green grass, all colors of wildflowers, tall trees, jumping birds ...... these in my eyes are beautiful work is not overwhelming. There is also the stream that runs happily through the grove all year round. I was completely mesmerized in this beautiful grove ......
The sun slowly approached the top of the western mountain. At that moment, my grandmother stood at the intersection into the grove and called me home. I then came back to my senses, reluctantly out of the grove to come.
What to Dream About Essay 2: Awakening from a Dream
The occasional setback can make me apprehensive, and I often feel lonely and afraid!
There are many things in ordinary life that we should not be exposed to, just as society is too dangerous, making us have to guard against, what fighting and killing, fighting for power! This is the surface of the vicious! The real danger also belongs to our teenagers, really can not afford to play any games, who compete with the wind ......
Since the mountain after junior high school, my dream is in the heart of the quiet coming, that is a nightmare! Although people persuade us, try to make us awake, but are useless! Not to mention the characters in society, that is, we are students in the school can not escape the clutches, such as not to grasp, really want to dedicate their youth to her.
I! There is nothing to say, is to go along with it or against it! Only struggle for a moment, the destruction of the world! If the heart is ice clear, naturally get the way, it is still not we play with ourselves, in fact! After all is said and done, it is one of the biggest hidden dangers in the hearts of middle school students now! This is exactly what I know in the dream, as long as we no longer indulge with the dead soul of thought, we can win!
To be honest, sometimes I'd like to have this dream, because it brings us excitement and passion! It brings us excitement and passion, is very human can give, like a drug, firmly grasp your mind, get rid of, only self-help, can be successful, therefore! At the same time I also call it a drug of the heart, maybe after this period of time will be good, adolescence! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that!
It's been a long time coming! Now on the verge of graduation, but also a passer-by, the past let it become history, why entangle with it endlessly? Looking back on the past, really lost a lot of time, out of my surprise, but I am very happy, because I woke up.
My friends, do you feel the same way? The nightmare is not really over, rather it has just begun! We have to go through more setbacks, do not forget the suffering of yesterday!
I woke up from my dream! I opened the windows of my mind, breathed in the fresh air, and saw the birds flying freely.
What in the dream as the theme of essay three: the bridge in the dream
"Shake, shake, shake over Grandma's bridge, Grandma praised me for good baby ......" I remember when I was a child, Grandma always holding me, singing unknown songs, sitting on the only bridge in the village, squinting, basking in the warm sun, listening to the whispering of the water ......
Time, like the end of the bridge, slowly extends until it quietly disappears into the endless darkness. In that slow extension process, I also slowly grew up.
I remember that when I was five years old, because I wanted my mom and dad, I took advantage of the cover of twilight and quietly slipped out of the house. When I walked to the bridge, it was completely dark. In this deserted place, thinly clothed I can only helplessly hold the bridge to draw a little warmth. In this cold winter day, I sat alone on the bridge, aggrieved tears instantly pouring down, cold tears just hanging on the face, hard pain. Later, tired of crying, I just shrank there, leaning against the quiet bridge in the moonlight, and fell asleep. The next day, Grandma found me and hugged me tightly. Looking at my grandmother's tired face, I knew she must have been up all night, and my nose started to fall again. The bridge is still so calm and quiet, but I know, it looked at me wanting my mother, looking at my grandmother wanting me and wanting my mother, must have smiled, it for the world's supreme love and sweet smile.
By the time I was six years old, a luxury sedan broke my peaceful life. From the car stepped down two well-dressed, elegant men and women. Grandma grasped my hand tightly, and the wrinkles on her happy face turned into a nice chrysanthemum. "Ting, call mom and dad!" I could see the excitement of that man and woman as I shouted out the unfamiliar words. After that, I was taken away by that car and I was of school age. All I remember is my grandmother waving at me from the other end of the bridge, with damp tenderness in her eyes. I clearly know that the bridge smiled, it smiled happily for the many loves it carried in me.
The bridge in my dream carries too many things for me, not only family love, not only friendship, it also carries my childhood dream ah!
What in the dream as the theme of essay four: dream of paradise
In a late night, I finished the last question, tired and fell asleep on the table. I had a dream, a very beautiful dream, and I dreamed that I was in the legendary heaven.
In a haze, I opened my eyes in a daze and found myself in a strange yet familiar and beautiful place. It's very similar to the Earth, but the Earth is not so beautiful~ Somehow, a butterfly flew in, and it said to me, "Welcome to the world of 2050, this is your room, you are very lucky to be able to witness the Earth of 2050, now, I'll take you to visit the Earth of 2050!"
The words just fell, we "whoosh" to the ocean. The sea is so blue, there is no trace of garbage! The sea is so blue, there is not a bit of garbage, as if a sapphire ah! "Yes, it's the first thing humans have done to protect the earth! This is the first thing that mankind has done to protect the Earth. Let me show you the forest!" Then, we "flew" to the forest. Wow! The trees in the forest have not only not been cut down, but also planted a lot of trees, it seems that human beings have realized the bad thing about cutting down trees. Inside, there were some robots planting trees! Butterfly said: "These are tree-planting robots, these robots go wherever, the seed wine will be automatically sown, their own roots and germination, without artificial planting. Moreover, these plants are edible!" I couldn't help but pick a flower and taste it, "Mmm! It tastes great!" This water and forest have become so good, of course, without humans! So we flew to another child's house and saw him doing nothing but sitting there. Oh! So there was a robot, and with a robot, you don't have to do anything, just think, and the robot will do anything for you.
"Well, the tour is over, it's time to go back." "Okay then, bye!" After that, I fell back asleep.
Early in the morning, with the birds and flowers and the sun shining brightly, I was still remembering that dream, and I pondered: will the Earth in 2050 be as beautiful as the paradise in my dream?
What to Dream About Essay 5: The Hut in My Dream
Azure sky, white white clouds, emerald green trees, clear streams, fragrant flowers ...... By the way, the hut in my dream is in a place where the water and the sky are colorful, the grass is green, trickling stream, birdsong and flowers in the woods.
I don't want my cabin to be so tall and luxurious, I just want it to be so small and cozy.
It should have a sea-blue roof and light green walls outside, so it really blends in with nature. Inside to have a large bookcase, the famous Roman statesman Cicero once said: "no books in the house, like no soul of the body", so my cabin is of course, and indispensable bookcases, bookcases on the bookcases there are many books, bookcases are light brown, and inside the hut walls are light pink.
There is also a lilac wooden bed in the house, soft, when I am tired, sleepy, lying in bed, how comfortable ah! There is also a TV set in the house, and an orange wooden table with a book, books, pens, and a lamp, so that when I am bored, I can write and draw on the table.
The hut has two windows, one of which must be pressed on the roof, and the other must be able to see the creek, because during the day, I love to look at the white clouds in the sky, heh, maybe I have a fascination with the white clouds! At night, lying in bed, then you can see the sky that bright and shiny a flash, as if to say: "I have only a little weak light, but I and my brothers and sisters in the up and formed a dazzling light, so that the dark sky becomes brighter!"
At night, I will go out of the hut, carry out a small bench, in front of the hut in the green grass to sit down, fireflies around me, flying around, they seem to carry lanterns, as if the lost children wandering in the fields, the sky stars also twinkle.
In the morning, I will also go out of the hut, sitting by the creek, listen to the insects held a concert, look at the size of the butterflies flying around in the flowers, birds flying in the air, it is really "flowers chaotic number of butterflies, the wind curtains into the double swallows" in the creek, the fish, free to swim around, the sky at this time, but also the blue sky like a mirror, then, the sky, the sky, like a mirror, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky. The sky is as blue as a mirror, and at this time, the sky is dotted with countless white clouds, so beautiful!
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At this point, I can no longer resist to my dream. "
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At this moment, I can no longer resist walking towards my dream. ......
What in the dream as the theme of the composition of the sixth: the dream of me
I always used to think that I can face the whole world with a smile, but in reality, I am not as good as I would like to be. I'm not as happy as I'd like to be. Once, I was such a cheerful, happy girl, but now, in addition to loneliness is loneliness. But I don't want to admit defeat, I don't want to bow down, I just want to see that proud me for the rest of my life. However, I found that it is so hard, too hard. I like to dream, do my own dream, there will be no one else to disturb. In my dreams, I'm free and unencumbered, I'm just me, I live for myself. I dream that I am an angel, free to fly in the sky, look at my beautiful wings, white feathers, so dazzling. Look how much I have to show off. Unfortunately, I could not escape the cruel end of fate, I still have my beautiful wings, but I lost the freedom to fly, I was imprisoned. How sad! Looking at the rusty chains on my hands and feet, I only felt a chill drilling into my heart, as if it was going to freeze everything I owned. Poor wings, what qualifications do I have now to deserve you anymore? A powerful force surged out of my icy body, all of which transformed into a single hot, rolling tear. When I looked up, they fell into my hand, so hot that I couldn't bear it, but I, could only shed tears in silence, no one would remember me. I am just a puppet with only beautiful wings. Sitting in front of the window, once again remembering my old happy life, tears, wasted by me once again. I long to fly, but all I can tell myself is to wait for another life. Lovely wings, in the next life, I'll take you to fly again, in this life, I can't do anything, I'm sorry, my dear wings, failing your expectations, but I really love you. Kiss you gently, then the gentle lips become cold. I'm leaving, you're too beautiful, you're not the stuff of hell, I can't bear to take you. Don't ever blame me. Look, what's transparent in the air is my tear. Consider it my last gift to you. My love, cherish it!
What to dream of as the theme of essay 7: dream school
The school of my dreams, is a tall house, the roof is decorated beautifully, the following, I will take you to see put it!
The future of the school, the blackboard is not like now, with chalk to write on it, so laborious. Instead, it is controlled by a computer, the teacher does not have to lecture, listen to the computer on OK.
The future of the school also has a collection of homework machine, that is, the knowledge box. Just hand it in the knowledge box, if some of the homework is pushed out, it is enough to show that his font scribble or not finished.
In the future, there are machines in the school that transform into air conditioners, heaters, and many other machines. In summer, it turns into an air conditioner and keeps us cool. In winter, it turns into a heater and keeps us warm.
The future of the school does not have stairs, the stairs are made of golden stars, it is called the stars electric ring ladder. If you want to go to a few classes in a few grades, just blink your eyes and read in your mind where you want to go, and when you finish reading, you open your eyes and you'll get there.
The future of the school inside the "cleaner", its name is clean. If some students in the classroom fighting or running, it will criticize them and say: "How so naughty, if you run, you will fly into the air, you breathe, the garbage to the stomach. That makes it easy to get sick, don't be so naughty in the future." Let's press the auto-clean function afterward to suck the dust of the classroom clean. So that the classroom will not be dusty and smoky.
The school of the future has a friend named "Flower Fairy". If you are in trouble, you can go to it. The place is very beautiful, it is our music room, it can play for you very beautiful music, suddenly your troubles into nothing, disappear.
I designed the future school is so beautiful if you want to go to see, then move your hand pen, the future school is in your hands.
What to dream about as the theme of essay eight: dream harmony
The heart is bored, alone and alone with a clipboard to go to the countryside sketching.
The sky is gray, covered by a mass of "black clouds", the turbid air desperately drilling into the mouth. River deep yellow black water in the flow, exuding a burst of disgusting odor, as described in the "stagnant water" issued bubbles, a few belly to the sky of the fish floating on the surface of the water ......
Looking for a long time, and finally in a withered yellow tree under the temporary landing, left and right, the painting folder empty, pondering for a long time, the forehead hangs down, and the painting folder empty, and the painting folder empty. forehead down, drowsy ......
Suddenly, the ears sounded a crisp call, a sparrow situated on my shoulder, all around the quiet, only the sound of nature, look around, the sheer mountains, green fields, green river, blue sky floating a few white clouds, around the grass spitting green, the clear blue sky, the green grass, the green grass, the green grass, the green grass, the green grass, the green grass, the green grass, the green grass, the green grass, the green grass, the green grass, the green grass, the green grass, the green grass. The clear and sweet water of the stream runs through the entire forest, a picture of natural harmony!
The breeze, refreshed, fresh natural air makes me energetic, pacing alone in the woods, endless pines and cypresses, so that I was intoxicated, bursts of flowers make me forget everything, eliminating the original annoyance, fatigue and indifference, which gently rubbed my heart, awakened me to the nature of the kinship, so that I steeply gave birth to a kind of quiet, harmonious and far away from the wonderful feelings.
I continued to search for the feeling that this forest gave me, I picked up the drawing board, inspiration, a picture of what harmony, I drew a picture and a picture ......
I do not know when, I felt a prickle on my face, annoying flies actually woke me up from a beautiful dream, at this time, I was pulled back to reality. A piece of white paper in front of me, look up and look around in amazement, the sky is getting dark, pick up the clip and enter the annoyance again.
The natural harmony of the dream, the crowd looking for him a thousand degrees, but hopefully looking back, it is in the objective reality!