Please write an essay that begins with I had a dream of flowers !! Urgent!!!! Must be picked!!

When the first breeze blows across the brow. The solemn thoughts turned into a puff of smoke and drifted into the distance. It's just that back then, unusual. Tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, only to realize that the flowers had fallen when he woke up, and there was nowhere to return to the continent. only sighs, if life is only as first seen, where is the sad wind and autumn painting fan.

When he lived in Chang'an, he wrote for thousands of years. But in exchange for the departed land, there are too many unfamiliar faces in the strange city. There were too many joys, sorrows, and sorrows in the hurried crowd, and too many joys and sorrows.

Stuck in such a dusty city, the oppressive air is suffocating, and life is like a pool of stagnant water. And I can only try to make my heart more indifferent and more vibrant. On a fresh morning, brew a pot of fine tea, and fade away the worldly mortal heart in the curling fragrance of chichen tea.

Or, a few strokes of the shallow book, the pen frightened the sleeping bird, only to know that time is in a hurry and people are easy to get old. The ruthless years have aged too many young faces. Time is the best sculptor, carving so many spots into a young face.

The once young and frivolous has gradually become quiet. Perhaps, one night, because of a certain dream, I suddenly woke up, and I realized that when I woke up from the dream, the flowers had fallen.

Looking back now, my dream was funny, even ridiculous. When I was four or five years old, my mother asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I replied to my mother without thinking about it, I want to be a fairy.

The reason is that some children use the word "Dan" to form words, and some people form "Xiandan", which ignited my dream of immortals, and I imagined that one day I would wave my sleeves, and the world would immediately become colorful.

As I grew older, I realized that if I didn't eat the fireworks of the world, then I wouldn't be able to eat those delicious things in the future, so I no longer wanted to be a fairy. I gradually read more and more books, and I had a princess dream, dreaming that I would be the beautiful Snow White; a mermaid with selfless dedication; Even the poor Cinderella. Hehe, six-year-old me, crazy about villain books all day long.

I also bought a princess dress, turned left and right in front of the mirror to see if there was a princess's elegant dancing.

Later, I heard my mother say that the postdoc is a great degree, and it will be able to make a big difference in the future. As long as there are new products researched for the motherland, great contributions have been made to the enterprise, and great achievements have been made for people, then there will be a lot of research and you can do what you think is meaningful. watched Yuan Longping, Qian Xuesen, and Li Siguang on TV again, ......At that time, I vowed to become a scientist, but I didn't think about what to study, but my mother told me that I had to learn knowledge first, and as long as the basic knowledge was solid, anything would be possible in the future.

Now that I'm obsessed with a comic book called "Stealing the Stars in September", I'm starting to want to be a designer, and I hope that in the future I can design my own comics, even fashion, architecture, interior design, ......But I'm eight years old, and I'm still far from my dream.

I don't know if I will laugh at my current thoughts in the future, whether I will think that I am very unreliable now, but people with dreams live a wonderful life, no matter how many thorns there are on the road ahead, I will work hard towards my dreams. Let my dreams be as bright as flowers!

Ideal is a bright light in the heart of each of us, which can point us to the way forward. However, the ideal is also a goal to be pursued, but it needs to be realized by ourselves. Everything in the world has its own ideals, and the ideal of flowers is to bloom into colorful flowers:

The ideal for the bird is to build a sturdy nest. And my dream is to become the best home in the limelight.

Whenever I see many famous singers on TV singing on their own stage, infecting the audience with their beautiful singing voices, I am determined to become a ** family, let my singing spread all over the five continents and four oceans, and warm everyone's hearts.

**, my ideals, the goal of struggle. It attracts everything with its own special charm, it has its unique charm, its melody is so beautiful, and its sound is so moving. The ideal of becoming a ** family will not be shaken, because I believe that it will not abandon me who has worked hard to pursue it, and it will let me bathe in the glory of ideals.

It's something I love very much, and more importantly, it always encourages me and gives me courage. Every day, I will always have the company of **, and it has become my inseparable good friend. When I fail or encounter setbacks, I have never been afraid, because the ideal of becoming a ** family always reminds me:

Now I am still so far away from my ideal, and the road ahead is still very bumpy, come on! Overcome everything with firm faith! When I'm tired, as long as the sound of the heavens of ** sounds, I have long forgotten what tiredness is.

The ideal is the stone, knocking out the spark; The ideal is the road, illuminating the way of night sailing; The ideal is a fire, a lamp that ignites and goes out; The ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn. As long as I have a firm belief, work hard, and move forward bravely, I believe that I will step by step towards the road of home and reach the ideal realm!

Imitation is the last word.

What is the dream? Every dream is a dazzling star shining on the stage of the empty heart, and the dream born in the heart of every young child is the most innocent and beautiful among the stars, just like the tender bamboo shoots. Though.

When you achieve your dreams, people can proudly say, "I made it!" My dream has come true! "But the stars in the sky can never be plucked. So naturally there will be many, many lovely dreams that cannot be fulfilled, but they.

It will always be a brilliant seven-colored rainbow in the depths of the owner's memory. China is a large country with a long history, a vast territory, and many people who love it deeply. Whether it's human history, natural beauty, places of interest or abundance.

There are many specialties and cultures. That's why I'm always envious of photographers who carry their cameras and tirelessly shuttle between the mountains and rivers of their homeland. They replaced their powerlessness in the face of infinite beauty with silent cameras.

The language of the heart, showing the beautiful shadow of the world with sound. It enriches the understanding of Chinese scenery for people who can only browse the beautiful scenery of the world in books and the Internet. Let those beautiful scenery get out of the pale words and become vivid and wonderful.

Essay Dream of Flowers] It's late at night.

The flowers slept. Moonlight.

Gently. Spread a silver quilt for the flowers.

A dark shadow hurried in.

Nian jujube buries a dream-stealing elf.

Stole. A dream of flowers.

Put it in your big pocket.

No wonder. Wake up in the morning.

The flowers cried. Fourth grade of Mozizi Maqiao Primary School Branch, Wuhou District, Chengdu, Sichuan: Plateau.

Dreams bloom into harmonious flowers, and those who understand naturally understand.

Dreams bloom into brilliant flowers.

Dream blooms magnificent flower composition.