Dream of sweet pink. When I was a child, I was full of envy for the characters in cartoons. I dream of being a little princess, wearing a beautiful princess dress, living in a big castle, with seven friendly dwarfs, accompanied by cute and naughty pigs and bears. I was caressed by the soft sunshine, dancing among the flowers, and butterflies danced with me beside me ... really happy. Now that I think about it, it was really childish and lovely at that time. This may be the dream of all little girls, so sweet and naive.
Dreams are vibrant green. As I grew up, my unrealistic dreams as a child have long since become memories. When I saw a classmate respectfully saluting the teacher and affectionately calling' Hello, teacher', I thought, it's good to be a teacher and be respected by so many people. When I saw the teacher on the three-foot platform, I was very happy and vividly talking about the class, and I was thinking, it's good to be a teacher and have such profound knowledge; Seeing the teacher who is instilling in his classmates in the office, he is so kind and concerned, and there is something in his eyes that I can't understand. Although I don't understand, from then on, my dream is to be a respected and knowledgeable teacher when I grow up. This dream has followed me for 6 years, and I have never changed. It has grown from the initial bud into a towering tree, full of vitality and vitality towards the sun.
Dream is blue, it will be as boundless as the vast sea, inclusive; Dreams are sometimes gray, and with dreams, difficulties will follow, but if you really work hard, I believe your perineum will clear up and glow with brilliant colors again; Dream is red, it is like a bright red sun, shining on us and urging us to keep moving forward.
Dreams are colorful, and every step of us is depicted on the grand blueprint of dreams, painted with the colors we love. Only by diligent and unremitting efforts can a satisfactory painting be completed, and the dream will come true one day.
Color of dreams 2 I like dreaming in the blue sky, and I also like dreaming in the moonlight. The dream made in this way is sweet. I have to say that I have had countless dreams since I was a child, and they are all colorful.
When I began to remember things, I had a dream that I could have a lot of snacks that I could not eat and live in the world of snacks every day. Even my home is made of snacks: the roof is an ice cream cone, the chimney is a chocolate bar, the pillow is a golden gong sausage, the bed is a big soda biscuit, and the sofa is a strawberry doughnut ... The pockets of clothes are full of delicious fudge and toffee. ...
When I was a child, I had a dream that I could have a lot of money, so that I could buy my favorite toys and beautiful princess dresses, and I could buy them myself when I met what I wanted.
When I first entered primary school, I had a dream that I could have magical magic like on TV, and I could turn anything I wanted into anything. By then, I can get everything I want without having to work hard for it. Of course, I was still young at that time, and I couldn't think of what would happen in the future.
When I was in primary school, I had a dream that I could become a dandelion, fly freely in the blue sky without anyone's interference, play with eagles, compete with peacocks and fly with birds. Don't worry about doing homework, don't worry about life, because I am just a little dandelion.
Now, I'm in junior high school, and I have a dream, that is, I can honestly finish my present task, study hard, be an excellent person, and let my mother live a stable life and have a support when she is old. In this way, when she mentioned it to others, her face was radiant. After all, she raised her daughter alone.
We are lucky, at least we still have the right to dream and have the right to paint our dreams with our favorite colors, but for us, this is not enough. We must turn it into reality, otherwise it will always be just a dream. On the other hand, I am trying to realize my dream now.
The color of the dream 3 Dream is a wonderful word, and the color in the dream is even more wonderful. However, when people wake up from their dreams, they will find that the wonderful colors in their dreams cannot be seen in reality.
Dream, what color is it? Some people think that dreams are golden. In my dream, I dreamed that I became a rich man with a lot of money to spend and lived in a noble and gorgeous villa. However, this is not the case. Such people are greedy.
Dream, what color is it? Others think that dreams are white. In the dream, everything inside becomes hazy and confused, like being covered with a mist and lost in the dream. Such a person can't find a purpose in life.
Dream, what color is it? Others think that dreams are black. In my dream, everything is black. I hide in a dark corner and feel very lonely. Such people are often ignored and despised in life.
My dream is blue. Blue is an endless sea, which can hold hundreds of rivers. Blue is the boundless sky, and I can fly freely in the vast blue. My dream is blue, because I am eager to live freely, to forget the helplessness in life, to forget the occasional incomprehension of my elders, and to forget some difficulties in my study. ...
My dream is green. Green is a symbol of hard work. We study hard every day and water the ideal seeds with hard sweat. At the foot of learning, we take diligence as the path; In the sea of knowledge, I built a boat with suffering. To this end, I can enjoy all the warmth brought by green.
Dreams are beautiful, and everything in them is empty. Only by working hard can our colorful dreams become brilliant reality.
The color of dreams 4 Everything in the world has its own dreams, and their dreams are all colorful.
Green dream
Green symbolizes life, and the most common "green" around us is grass. His dream is to dye every inch of land green and dress up a vibrant earth. However, on the way to realize his dream, he encountered numerous setbacks and hardships, but he was indomitable and fearless. Still forge ahead towards your dreams!
Blue Dream
Blue symbolizes purity, and the purest thing around us is water. His dream is to irrigate every mulberry field, but the flowers are redder and the grass is greener. But in the process of realizing his dream, he encountered many setbacks and hardships, but he never gave up and went forward bravely. Still struggling towards your dreams!
My dream
I have mentioned the dream of grass and water, and then I will introduce my own dream. My initial dream was to be an astronaut and float in the universe, but I finally had to give up this dream because of my vision problems. So, I began to think about other life wishes. I once thought about being the boss of a company, but at that time, I would definitely think about the economy and the stock market. Isn't that boring? So I gave up this dream. Finally, I finally found my goal in life-to be an inventor. I loved to invent since I was a child, and I invented countless things. Finally, I summed up the basic points of being an inventor:
1。 Have a dreamy head.
2。 Have a pair of dexterous hands.
3。 A clever mind.
4。 A higher degree.
People who don't have dreams are doomed not to achieve anything, and people who have dreams are doomed not to realize their dreams if they don't fight for them. Therefore, if you want to achieve something, you must first have a dream, and then fight for this dream for life! I hope everyone has a colorful dream and can fight for it for life!
The color of dreams 5 I think dreams may be red, which can keep the fire in our hearts burning all the time; Dreams may be blue, endless sea; Dreams may also be golden, which makes our life journey full of sunshine.
When I was a child, my dream was to be an announcer. More than once, I fantasized that I was sitting in the live broadcast room, answering the calls of the audience into the microphone, solving their doubts, sharing their worries and sending happiness. I think I can send my voice to a distant place, a busy street, a secluded village and then reverberate in the fields through some simple equipment.
Later, my dream was to be a teacher. Whenever the bell rings, I walk into the classroom, stand on the platform, face the lively and lovely children, and bring them into the ocean of knowledge with that vivid explanation. I will try my best to teach children the truth of being a man with profound knowledge and infinite love. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night. I am eager for the great and glorious job of a teacher.
Now, my dream is to be admitted to a high school. Only reading is your only way out. This sentence has always accompanied me to grow up. On the third day, I also worked hard and struggled like many teenagers of the same age, and shed hard sweat on the road of life. Life is stormy waves, and only in these stormy waves can we reach the golden sea of Wang Yang.
My dream is stuck in a place that belongs to me only, where colorful flowers are planted and the wind is blowing. I want to see the scenery of budding flowers, not the way they fall with the wind. Let the flower of dreams bloom brilliantly this summer.
The color of dreams 6 Dreams are sometimes like fairy tales, ethereal and magical. Dreams are sometimes as real as good deeds. Colorful dreams, showing off your brilliance and real dreams.
I always feel that the time axis turns too fast and the clock ticks too hard, which makes me change from a young age to a teenager, from a toddler chasing his mother for milk to a big boy who thinks independently and moves forward independently. Now I am just ignorant of the outlook on life, exploring and thinking about every question mark. Mother often said: "knowledge can change a person's life, knowledge is endless, and people are never too old to learn." Now, I am just a part of this world full of magic and knowledge, looking for answers and goals.
I have woven a dream for my future, making it full of color and vitality. Let it be true and credible, and let it appear in my later life.
Whenever I think of my mother taking me to Beijing to watch the flag-raising ceremony in the morning when I was a child, I clearly remember watching those soldiers full of energy, neat pace and vigorous posture. Let me feel envious, people are whispering along with the national anthem through the railing. When the five-star red flag slowly rose, I couldn't help but make an informal team salute.
From then on, I dreamed of becoming a soldier one day, strutting in the square, defending the border proudly and firmly, or catching the heroes of bad guys and bringing peace and stability to the country and the world. Soldiers, it always brings me endless imagination and makes me yearn for this sacred title.
I will try my best to realize my dream and let this colorful dream make my life full of pride and pride.
Color 7 of dreams occasionally meditate silently against the window, occasionally look up at the sky in a daze, and occasionally fantasize about the future in dreams. Occasionally I think: the sky is blue, the wheat field is golden, the grassland is green, what color is my dream?
When I was a child, my dream was blue.
In my mind, dreams are like blue sky, clouds are waving to you and birds are in song for you. Here, there is no bondage, no ridicule, no worries. In this small world, you can imagine anything. I want to be a pilot, flying freely and happily, singing and dancing with birds, laughing and playing with clouds. I want to be a sailor. I always listen to the lyrics and sing: "He said that this pain in the wind and rain is nothing. Dry your tears. Don't be afraid. At least we still have dreams ... "I think I will be a sailor, guarding the blue sea of the motherland with my dreams, being strong forever and waiting forever, regardless of wind, frost, rain and snow.
My dream, blue dream.
When I grow up, my dreams are colorful.
In my mind, the dream is like a seven-color rainbow, with many colors, and each color will radiate unparalleled brilliance. I want to be a scientist and make great contributions to mankind with wisdom, which is well known and immortal; I want to be a soldier, fight for national peace and win pride and pride; I want to be a people's teacher, teach and educate people, train talents for the country and feel selfless teacher love.
My dream, colorful dream.
Now, my dream is white.
In my mind, dreams are like a blank sheet of paper, and we paint the world we yearn for with colored brushes. Now I am on the road to my dream, and getting into high school is an important step to realize my dream. To this end, I will study hard, be meticulous about knowledge and be strict with myself. I believe I can do better and my dream will come true.
My dream, white dream.
Our dreams are colorful. Life is wonderful because of dreams, and life is gorgeous because of dreams!
The color of dreams 8 Life is a blank sheet of paper, which becomes colorful because of dreams.
Dreams are red. Red is a vibrant color and a symbol of fighting spirit. On the long Red Long March, every general and every soldier has such a dream: to join forces and win. Because of this dream, they overcame the difficulties of climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands. Red dreams are like crutches, supporting them to move forward; The red dream is like a sickle, cutting off the thorns in front of it. With dreams, no matter how big the difficulties are, they can be overcome. No matter what is ahead, there is always a small red light guiding them to victory.
Dreams are orange. Orange is a warm color and a symbol of help. Filial piety is priceless and warms people's hearts. One of the most beautiful filial teenagers selected some time ago is a girl named Huang Feng. Ten years ago, in an accidental fall, my father was paraplegic and my mother divorced and remarried. At that time, Huang Feng, who was only six years old, raised his family by himself and took care of his paralyzed father and elderly grandmother for ten years. But she has an orange dream: she must be her own father. She saved money for someone to build an iron bed with wheels, so she pushed her father all the way to Shanghai. On such a long road to seek medical treatment, good people kept sending food and clothes. They realized an orange dream.
Dreams are green. Green has a vigorous vitality, emitting a strong vitality. I once held up a thick brick, which was as red as fallen leaves in autumn and filled with green in spring. I can imagine the feeling of pumping water with heavy bricks; I can't imagine their yearning for life and unyielding in the face of pressure. They also have dreams, green dreams, which give them strength and faith. Because of this, there are welcoming pines firmly rooted in the cliff, and there are weak flowers that grow from cracks in the stone and float in the wind ... They all have green dreams.
Dreams have many colors. On the white paper of life, there are various colors left by the brush with dreams: deep or shallow, bright or dark. Different dreams have different colors.
The color of the dream is really beautiful.
What color is the dream? Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Dreams are white, just like clouds in the sky; Dreams are black, just like the night; Dreams are red, just like burning flames; Dreams are green, just like grass on the grassland; Dreams are blue, just like the blue sea; Dreams are purple, just like romantic lavender. I like pink dreams best. Pink dreams are like dreams. Pink is a dreamy color.
Cherry blossoms are floating in succession. Lying alone under a tree, close your eyes, smell the fragrance of cherry blossoms and indulge in it. At this time, the wind took me to another country.
Cherry blossoms appeared in front of me like ballerinas, smiling and dancing beautifully. Looking around, pink is everywhere. I walked into the door of this country. Look! The ballet dancer is performing, use that posture; That smile; That kind of dance. I'm afraid Venus will be amazed when she sees it. There are some singers. They are rehearsing, and their voices are so touching. Suddenly, a silvery laugh attracted me. It's Alice She is having a tea party with the March Rabbit and the Hatter.
Cherry blossoms fall, I wake up, but I'm still reminiscing about my dreams. Everything is separated from the outside world like a pink gauze. Cherry blossoms fly like a dream, and my dream is pink!
Pink, the color of cherry blossoms; Pink, the color of first love; Pink, a sweet color; Pink, a soft color.
The color of the dream is 10. When I was a child, my dream was green. I am the spring rain in my dream. Sprinkle it on the dry land, so that thirsty seeds can drink enough water, take root and sprout, grow green branches, bear many beautiful flowers and bear many sweet and delicious fruits. Drift in a dry and hungry place, send a sweet spring to people there, let the fields there grow wheat and vegetables and bring them food.
When I grow up, my dream is white. In my dream, I am a magical doctor who can cure all diseases. Can let those blind people see this beautiful world again. It can help the disabled to stand up again and help those who have suffered from illness to see the hope of life again.
I am in primary school, and my dream is red. In my dream, I am a teacher in Hope Primary School. Let those children who are out of school carry their schoolbags to school and play with their peers. In class, I can share what I have learned with them, study together and make progress together. When they encounter problems, I will patiently answer them one by one until they understand. When they are sick, I will act as their sister, take care of them carefully and send them care like relatives. When they are in trouble, I will extend my friendly hand to help them like my closest friend.
When I grow up, my dream is blue. I am a great scientist in my dream. I can invent a magical car, which can run with water without consuming exhaust gas and gasoline. It is economical and environmentally friendly. I can invent an air purifier to control the serious smog in the city and let people have a healthy and comfortable living environment. I will gather many young volunteers to plant trees in the desert with me to create an oasis for the earth.
I still have many dreams, yellow, pink and purple ... are all the same color. No matter what my dream is, I will work hard for it. "The heart is there, and the dream is there." I believe that my dream will come true one day through my efforts.
The color of dreams 1 1 dream, a simple term. When we talk about it, we will have endless answers: astronaut, educator, scientist ... what is my dream? My dream is to be a translator.
When it comes to translation, the first thing is to study hard. How is my study? I think I'm not bad. I'm always at the top of my class. I am the monitor and the representative of English, biology, music and art classes. The teacher trusts me very much, and my classmates and I have a harmonious relationship. I think I am an all-round monitor: I have studied six kinds of musical instruments, such as piano, guzheng and drum set, and all of them have passed the grade examination. I also think that I am a squad leader who is literate and capable of martial arts: I passed Grade 8 in the calligraphy exam, and I have been learning Sanda and Taekwondo from Grade/kloc-0 to Grade 6. I believe I will be an excellent monitor and take up this position better and more comprehensively.
Anyway, I said I wanted to be a translator, but I only said it verbally. I must learn several international languages well, such as English and French. Of course, I am also studying hard now, and I have encountered many difficulties in my study journey, but I have not given up, but I am even braver. There is an old saying: "Ask the truth in a casserole." I want to learn this spirit to realize my dream, don't I?
I made up my mind to be admitted to Chengyang No.1 Middle School first, and then to beijing international studies university for postgraduate study. If there is an opportunity, I hope to study abroad or get a green card. This is my childhood dream. I will study hard, live up to the expectations of my parents and teachers, and be a useful person to the country and society. Cheer for my dream!
The color of the dream is 12. Everyone is experiencing their own dreams, until that day, the colors in the memory are dim.
Because I don't understand life, I call it a dream. The world of dreams has the color of dreams, which is vague and unpredictable.
Young and full of energy, I thought I had a good time. Only when I ignore you will I wake up. It's too late!
But stick to your choice. Self-esteem keeps you going. Don't forget the initial throb, even though the years are whirling. People are very strange, pursuing a lot, giving up a lot and losing a lot …
But because we are young, we advocate flying in the blue sky. Blue and green drive the leap of youth. In order to take off, we weave angel wings and turn them into flying dreams.
Youth gives us a sense of movement, but life plays up the dignity of green ash.
So there was "Grey Spring".
So there was a red dance, which turned into a faint melancholy.
It is said that young people are a confused generation. We write green with words, which destroys the ladies and gentlemen in our parents' hearts. We call it "personality", which is the era of flying personality.
But this seems to be beside the point. Who can tell what is the theme of Qing Dynasty?
Because of color, colorful life and colorful dreams, dreams have become the colors of life, and every painting is a trace of life.
Looking forward to colorful dreams, people are tempted and can't help but want to go in, just like the virgin forest, filled with mysterious fog, attracting brave people to move forward.
Sighing that smart colors are so consistent with the changes of life, many coincidences in nature hide an unknown philosophy.
Colorful metaphors have created a vast world, giving the ordinary something refined, indifferent to a little stranger, and life is like ripples in the water.
So look forward to dreamy colors?
The color of dreams 13 There are many colors of dreams, and each different color represents every different dream. Everyone has different mentality and different thoughts. Let's look at the color of dreams!
Some people like red because they have a very enthusiastic attitude and yearning for a better world, or perhaps their infinite love for the motherland gives them incomparable confidence.
Some people like yellow because they are carried away by money, so that they have no direction and goal in life, so that they fall because of strong material needs, so that they will be used by money all their lives.
Some people like white because they don't have a correct understanding of the world. They only have a disheartened state of mind, giving up their lives and their own. They don't have any care or love in their hearts.
Some people like green, because in their hearts, only by continuous efforts will there be gains. The hard work of our fathers paved a smooth road for us, but we must redouble our efforts to have the right to walk on this road. Green represents efforts to make society better.
Although these colors are beautiful, I prefer blue.
Because I like the vast sea, and the sea of wisdom is like the blue sea. I can swim in the endless ocean and let me know the endless knowledge in the world. Blue is also a symbol of free thought. I am eager to fly freely in the sky of my own thoughts.
My dream may be different from others', but I will stick to it. Because on the road to success, we must take action and persist even if we fail.
Ideal is the other shore, reality is this shore, separated by a flowing river, and action is a bridge over Sichuan.
Persistence is the most beautiful color of dreams!
The color of the dream 14 The weather turns cold, summer has left silently, and the whole climate gradually enters the trajectory of autumn. Stay away from the heat of summer and bid farewell to the boredom of the scorching sun. At this moment, there is only a chill in my bones, and this chill is only under the command of the wind. It's intermittent and erratic, which makes people unable to believe the seasonal changes of going to Qiu Lai in summer.
In late autumn, it is undoubtedly two rows of trees on the roadside that first feel the "autumn tiger". They have begun to dye the leaves yellow and then fall down quietly.
I looked up at the tree in front of me. Many leaves had begun to turn yellow, like a bald mother singing a dream for a night. These trees, under the call of autumn, gradually dyed the green leaves yellow, from yellow leaves to withering, until they fell down, all this process seemed to be casual. I think every leaf has its innate dream. Or gorgeous bloom, or low-key evergreen. Maybe they began to work hard for their dreams from the moment they germinated and never stopped.
At this time, another leaf fell, it curled, and the yellow leaf revealed that its life had run out of light and oil. It spins slowly in the wind, as if dancing alone. It has fulfilled its dream, from the initial germination and flowering to the final Xie Chang.
I can't help thinking, what would I do if I said goodbye to the fallen leaves in the group? Perhaps the fallen leaves will return to their roots and continue to nourish and nurture the next generation; Maybe it has started a long and endless journey in blowing in the wind. Maybe it's all part of their dream.
When the autumn wind blows, the leaves are still singing in the branches without fear. It seems that every leaf is accompanying their dying youth. Looking back at the light, the leaves that are about to fall are still so bright and energetic. ...
Perhaps, we should also be as free and easy as fallen leaves. Don't be afraid of the storm of life for your dreams, but follow the cycle of fate for your dreams. Everyone has a dream, even if they are different. However, the same thing is, we will all work hard to make our dreams bloom in more beautiful colors.
The color of dreams is 15 dreams, a word that people can't guess. Many people may ask, "What is a dream?"
Yes, is the dream a dream at night? Is it what people call "daydreaming"? Actually, it's not.
Dream is an endless ocean, an endless grassland and a cloudless sky in Wan Li ... It carries all dreams and makes our mood ups and downs. Unconsciously, it will make us "lost", but in an instant, it will let us see the "light of hope."
When I was a child, these childish dreams of "I want to be a doctor", "I want to be a policeman" and "I want to be a teacher" are the most childlike dreams and the most naive dreams. In contrast, people today are very different from those when we were children. Even the super monster in my dream is not as sinister and terrible as the human heart.
In short, the dream is beautiful in my heart.
Dreams are blue, white, purple, pink and colorful.
Blue dream is naive and kind, it is the origin of all dreams, and all dreams people make start from it.
White dreams are pure and noble, paving the way for all dreams, and all dreams that people make are paved by them.
Purple dream is beautiful and dreamy, it is the leader of all dreams, and all dreams people make are led by it.
Pink dream is gentle and elegant, it is the messenger of all dreams, and all dreams people make are guarded by it.
Colorful dreams are the end of all dreams, which makes people move forward with fantasy all the time.
Dreams are always mysterious. It's like a bottomless pit, giving people endless motivation, exploring downwards until it reaches the bottom.
In a word, this question is very difficult. I stared at the sky and pondered for a long time, but I couldn't think of a satisfactory answer. I always feel that it is so far away from me, hiding at the endless end and not letting me see it. Dreams may lead everyone in this world to imagine, or they may make people in this world unpredictable. But all I know is that we all have dreams. Dreams fill our hearts with childlike innocence, put wings on them, and let us fly freely and carefree in the dream world.