How to write an essay on the topic of my youth my dreams

The ideal is an eternally lit lamp in an intricate labyrinth that guides the way forward! The ideal is a leading sailboat in the confused sea, which will not lose its way in the dark! The ideal is to silently accompany your friends on the rugged and bumpy mountain road, giving us the courage to climb!

The ideal is a never-ending pen on paper, sculpting one beautiful story after another! The ideal is a high-flying kite in the clear sky, witnessing the footprints of our growth!

If you have a dream in your heart, you must continue to do so, and you can't let it go when you encounter difficulties. Only by tempering can we hone good steel, and only after being weathered can we be stronger! When I was a child, I planted a seed of a dream in my heart, and my hard work and struggle turned into water and sunshine to nourish the growth of my dreams.

My dream is to be a good teacher, and maybe, some would say, you don't have big ambitions at all. And my answer is: as long as you are serious and work hard, your dreams can still flourish!

In my heart, the teacher is sacred and irreplaceable! That's why I'm fascinated by the teaching profession. They are the engineers of mankind, who have nurtured generations of pillars of the motherland!

It was the teacher who taught me the truth of being a man, and it was the teacher who made me understand that the sunshine illuminates life in this way, and the rain and dew nourish the seedlings in this way! Teachers are the beacons for students to navigate! It's the spring rain that dyes the green world!

It's the tree that shelters from the wind and rain! I revere you! The real gap between people is not height and material, but the ideal flower that blooms in the depths of the heart!

My teacher once told me that as long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle. I believe in and support this sentence very much, because I believe that I will be an excellent and competent teacher in the future! However, being a good teacher is not easy, and it is also difficult.

People say that dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. I don't think so, without sweat and dedication, of course, there is no good result, which is no reason to refute; On the contrary, if you prove yourself with your actions, how can reality not be beautiful? I don't want to fantasize with nice words, just saying that if I don't practice it, it's a fake trick, and it's really good to do it!

So I have to be diligent and enterprising in my studies, and study hard!

I want to be in life, not afraid of setbacks, not afraid of difficulties!

I want to be hard-working and tenacious in my labor!

There will be many difficulties, setbacks and tribulations to realize my dreams, but I will persevere, for my dreams, for the persistence in my heart! If I take one step at a time, I will definitely be able to reach the peak of my dreams!

Winter has arrived, will spring be far away? ......

The night is as quiet as water, the rain is dripping, the rain that drifts into the eaves stains the title page of youth, the wind follows my sleepiness, hits my dreams, blows away the word youth, and fragments are presented in the morning dawn of waking up.

Time is too thin, my fingers are too wide, and it always slips between my fingers inadvertently, reaching out and clenching it, grabbing only air. On the vine-covered wall of youth, slowly climbing, looking back, are scattered notes, groaned by memory, and swept up by the wind. The sky is high and the clouds are light, only a few wisps of feather-white silk clouds, swimming in the sky, stuffing the precipitation of youth into the gap of time, time rolls up all the beauty that is too pure, but it is as plain as boiled water.

The geese that have gone in autumn streak across the sky, and a bright sadness cuts through the air, like the tearing of silk, and the hearts of those who listen to it tremble. Youth travels with the wild geese, looking down and looking up at us, who don't know what youth is, flying far, far away, but we are indifferent. When wandering on the swaying tail of youth, I want to catch it but can't catch it, and when I pull it hard, it is scattered notes, fragmentary, occasionally flashing through the lonely sky, floating in the endless sky.

When the fireworks bloom in the middle of the night, after blooming their own warmth, only a few twinkling residual stars are left for us to think deeply. When the cold wind of deep winter tears your youth hard, all kinds of past, shaken out of the gap of time, transformed into sprinkled petals, like butterflies floating out of memory, touching down notes, bursts of fragrance lingering on the stave, but the melody has stopped abruptly in a second. Wandering in the past time and space, opening the book that carries all our youth, heavy, wet your eyes, falling tears fall into the river of time, and there are no ripples in the past.

God has given us a piece of pure white paper to embellish with beauty. has been full of vitality; Sublimation with sincerity; With true care, every stroke becomes eternal, branded into your history, and cannot be repeated. When the white paper is densely filled with the notes we have drawn, and then composed with the hands of time, the melody of youth is intertwined with joy and sorrow, and the notes that cannot be rewritten tremble in the middle.

When the memory hits your ruined youth, the sky overflows with sweet and sour rain, smile, face it with a smile, every second that passes is precious. You will take the trouble to stop and look back, but time will not wait for you, it has already left you to continue to run forward vigorously, when you reminisce, there is another scenery around you.

In the blink of an eye, a second passed, a scattered note.

Everybody has their own dreams, some want to be a writer, some want to be a pilot, some want to be an astronaut, and I want to be an engineer and teacher of mankind. Some people may ask me: "What's so good about being a teacher, the salary is low, the work is hard, and it is not taken seriously", "The family has five buckets of food, and it is not the king of children" But have you ever thought that if there is no knowledge taught by the teacher, then we are not very ignorant, and it is precisely because of the knowledge taught to us by the teacher that we human beings can become more and more intelligent and developed, and it is precisely because the teacher gave us a flat boat that we can swim in the ocean of knowledge.

During the day, the teacher stood on the three-foot podium and gave us a painstaking lecture; At night, the moon had climbed the treetops, but the teacher was still working hard under the flickering lights to put bright red ticks on our workbooks......Maybe when a person is surrounded by the joy of success, he will forget his loved ones, but he will never forget his teacher, because his success also has a share of the teacher's credit.

I'm the same, no matter how big I grow up and how far I go, I will never forget my beloved teacher, because I grew up under the care of my teacher and the bath of love, and I will not forget my teacher no matter how far I go, so I yearn for the profession of teacher. Now that I am still a primary school student, I must study diligently and hard in the future, study hard and practice hard, and only when I grow up can I walk to the three-foot podium of my dreams.