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Everyone has their own dreams, and everyone's dreams are great, happy, and distant. It's dreams that take us to every place we want to go and do everything we want to do. Dreams make everyone work hard, struggle, struggle, and open up for their goals.
Everyone's dreams are different. Some people's dream is to be a flight attendant, some people's dream is to be a teacher, some people's dream is to be an actor, and some people's dream is to be a rich ......And my dream is to be a singer, which has always been my dream, and when people ask me what my dream is, I 'lie' to them that it is this and that, and I never tell others that my dream is to be a singer. Do you know why?
For my own reasons, I'll probably never be able to make this wish come true! What is it that makes me lose confidence in myself? I don't want to say it, I don't dare to say it, even if it weren't for that reason, my classmates would still laugh at me, they would say:
People like you can be a singer, then people all over the world are singers, they may be right, the songs I sing are not complete, there is not a single time that is not out of tune, and no one can still listen to the songs I sing. But I love to sing, I love to sing. Why is this happening?
In the last ** class, each of us had to sing in that class, because the results obtained from that singing would be the results of the high school entrance examination. I'm so scared, really scared. I don't know how many points I'll get, probably the lowest in my class!
What I'm even more afraid of is whether I will have the courage to sing at that time, whether I dare to sing, whether I can continue to sing, whether my classmates can listen to it, and whether the teachers will be able to listen to it. I don't dare to think about it, I really don't dare to think about it. My heart was about to stop.
Do I really want to sing? The beautiful singing voices of the students made the teacher very happy and satisfied. It's almost time for me what should I do, I have to sing well, but can I do it?
Surely, now it's just me who believes in myself. Yes, only I believe in myself, and I must have faith in myself. It's my turn, don't be nervous.
I'll definitely be able to. I bring you a song by Fan Weiqi "The First Dream", the original dream, held tightly in the hand, how can the place where you want to go the most be able to return halfway, the original dream, will definitely arrive. Only when you have fulfilled your true desire can you reach heaven.
I sang and played, and I finally finished singing. My classmates gave me a round of applause, and the teacher gave me a satisfied smile. I was really happy and touched that I finally succeeded.
Thank you. Although the dream is far away from us, as long as we work hard, even if it is not realized, we are satisfied. At least we tried, so we don't regret it, let's go and work hard for our dreams! We will definitely succeed. Go for it!
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