Therefore, I have a dream.
I dream that one day, this country will stand up and really show its big heart, with her thousands of years of cultural connotation to the world to show a different her, a gentle and dignified but powerful her.
I dream that one day there will no longer be signs written in Chinese next to the towering Egyptian pyramids, the magnificent Statue of Liberty in the United States, or the ingenious Eiffel Tower in France.
I dream that one day the distant Tibetan plateau will be filled with the laughter of fifty-six ethnic groups, and the vast Hulunbeier prairie will be filled with the voices of people from all over the world.
I dream that one day our yellow children will be able to say with vigor and dignity, "I am Chinese, and I am proud of it."
I dream that one day the valleys will rise and the mountains will fall; the bumpy and winding roads will become straight and bright avenues, and that the holy light, which is a mixture of freedom and civilization, will justly be spread over each and every one of the Chinese children and grandchildren, and that this light will be able to illuminate the earth and the sky.
I have a dream ......
Unfortunately, the grandiose words, who will say, sweet and beautiful dream, who will do, but the reality is still beside us, cruel and unbearable.
"After the flag-raising of the National Day in 2013, Tiananmen Square was shocked to see 5 tons of garbage."
"Several Chinese travelers fought over seats during a song-and-dance performance at a Miao village in Guizhou."
"In front of the Louvre in France, several Chinese travelers went so far as to openly wash their feet."
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There are countless examples like this.
I believe that to be able to travel in foreign countries and domestic travel, to enjoy the great mountains and rivers, and to take in the sights and sounds of the world should be people with a rich spiritual culture, and they should have had a Chinese dream in their hearts, a brilliant and grandiose dream.
But the dream is not hanging on the lips, put in the heart can be realized. The realization of the dream requires our hands.
I don't believe that on Tiananmen Square, when someone drops a bag of garbage, there won't be a pair of hands to pick it up and throw it into the garbage can.
I don't believe that in the Miao village in Guizhou, when someone fights, there won't be a pair of hands to hold the two hands that may just be in the heat of the moment, and say "peace is precious".
I don't believe that when someone openly shuffles their feet in front of the Louvre in France, there won't be a pair of hands to hold them back and say, "This is an uncivilized behavior that must be stopped.
These hands can be the law, can be responsibility, and can be the Chinese heart that a Chinese should have!
I think the power of a pair of hands may be small, the power of two pairs of hands may be weak, but the power of the whole of China's 1.3 billion hands, but it must be huge and shocking!
In fact, I have only one Chinese dream, which is to be able to really see these hands.