Write an essay on the topic of my dream of parkour

Everyone has a dream, a big ideal. Including me, too. My struggle is only to realize my ideals and complete my dreams.

Growing up, I always wanted to be a designer. A carefree senior white-collar worker who lives in a comfortable environment.

Be a white-collar worker, and travel every day. Letting your parents live in a good environment is also considered to be repaying your parents. They brought me up, educated me, and guided me from a young age. They are my street lamps, illuminating me and making me welcome.

The other side of success. Since I was a child, my parents have worked harder and worked hard to make money since the day my sister and I were born, creating a good environment for me and making me a happy child. If I succeed, there is a good one.

In the future, they must also feel that so many years of teaching have come to an end.

I wanted to be a designer, not just to repay my parents. It is also to make the motherland more prosperous and powerful, and to add colorful wings to the motherland.

Perhaps, more than a decade later, I sit in my office every day. With a pen in my hand and a stack of paper underneath, I was scratching my head, thinking about my plan and creating inspiration. As time passed, scratch paper was scattered all over the ground, and there was no trace of inspiration in my head. I think that under that piece of paper, that excellent work, I have earned it with all my hard work. After many years, people started wearing the clothes I designed and the jewelry I designed. Let society step into a new one.

times, to serve the society, to create a more comfortable environment for our children and grandchildren. However, those little flowers and grasses of the motherland have become useful talents and pillars of the motherland.

In the future, in order to fulfill my dreams and realize my ideals. While I want to make sure that I study well, I will learn to draw and go to math ......classes in my spare timeI want to study hard and get good grades in all subjects. In order to make my future even brighter, I have to do this.

I will fight and fight for him.

My ideals. Since I was a child, I have made it a promise in my heart that I must do something meaningful to the country when I grow up, but it is not enough to have a goal, I still have to work hard.

Everyone has their own ideals. Some of the students in my class want to become writers when they grow up and write more excellent works that comfort people's souls. Some students want to become teachers when they grow up, like gardeners, they use knowledge to irrigate the budding seedlings and cultivate more excellent ones for the country.

of talents. Everyone has their own ideals, and of course I am no exception. When I grow up, I want to be an angel in white, a doctor, to save lives, drive away diseases, and give patients a healthy body.

My dream is to be a doctor, wearing a white coat, to lend a helping hand to patients when they need it most, to give them hope and the confidence to overcome their illness, and to fulfill the sacred mission of "angels in white" to fight against diseases. In my mind, their profession is great and noble.

Their selflessness, fearlessness, and dedication make me yearn for them!

It's a long story, but I still have a reason to be a doctor......In May 2003, when the SARS epidemic arrived in Beijing, an atmosphere of terror hung over Beijing, and cases continued to appear, making people panic. At this moment, the soldiers of the White Wheel Sakura Changyi fought day and night on this battlefield without gunpowder smoke regardless of their personal safety. There is such a hospital on the front line of the anti-SARS - Xiaotangshan Hospital, and such a touching story happened:

A doctor, who has been fighting on the front line since the beginning of isolation, and everyone asked him to rest, he always said: "I have been on the front line for so long, and with some experience, I can better perform my duties, and the replacement of people has increased the source of infection, am I doing it for a while?" The good doctor had not been in contact with his family for months, and he had buried his longing for home in the depths of his heart, and he was even more selfless in his work.

In the end, he was finally infected with SARS, because it was discovered too late, it was at a critical juncture, and his family fell into deep grief, but when the doctor was interviewed by reporters in the quarantine area, although there were tears in his eyes, he was infinitely nostalgic for this beautiful world, but he said firmly: "Please hand over my body to the medical organization for autopsy, solve the SARS vaccine as soon as possible, and let more patients leave the hospital as soon as possible and go home for reunion as soon as possible!" ”

I was deeply touched by the selfless dedication of this doctor, and we were deeply moved by the loss of his life. He was only 36 years old when he died, he was still so young, and his life was so short for him, I couldn't help but say softly in my heart: "Good doctor, you are leaving!" ”

I will definitely try my best to make my wish come true! There will be no pie in the sky, only by giving will you reap. Just like "bamboo basket to draw water - an empty, ideal is the goal of life, I believe that only if we are willing to work hard, the ideal in our hearts will definitely blossom and bear fruit!"

I still have a long way to go to realize my ideals, and for me now, all I can do is to learn and learn again, and at the same time, make myself one step closer to my ideals. With every step forward, I tell myself that I'm one step closer to success!

Thank you! That's the end of my speech.

The ideal is a very distant thing, but as long as we are bold enough to chase it, sometimes it is also very close.

Take a time machine back to a year ago, it was the height of summer, it was surprisingly hot, the leaves were curling, and the noisy chirping of cicadas hit my ears. Sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and dapples on the ground. I sat in front of the easel, staring at what could barely be called a painting, the dull and bright paints were covered in a mess, the air smelled of dust, the plaster on the table smiled slightly, but it looked very hideous against the dark green background, as if to mock my poor technique, the ground was a mess, and it looked so ugly in the harsh sunlight.

The heat swallowed away the last vestiges of coolness in my heart, and I tossed my brush into the bucket, and I ripped off the paper and ran out. She chased it out. I knocked down the flower basket around the corner, and she stopped me, "What's wrong?"

Her tone was full of surprise, "Don't worry about it. I was about to leave but she grabbed the corner of my coat, and I turned my head to stare at the petals scattered on the ground. "Let's go back and paint.

A faint voice echoed through the small space, probably hallucinating, and I heard the echo.

A silence ensued.

You've been holding on for three years, and you're going to give up, aren't you? Have you forgotten those days of hard work on the basics? Have you forgotten that you swore to be a cartoonist?

Have you forgotten those winters when you insisted on painting, washing the paint tray with cold water and causing your hands to crack and fill in small holes? Have you forgotten that the group was going to the countryside to sketch that summer, and you insisted on going and fell into a coma from heat stroke? Do you want all these efforts to be in vain?

When you encounter difficulties, you have to face them, not run away from them! What about your so-called dream, is it just talking? How can dreams succeed without putting in effort?

I was stunned, those past events flashed in my mind as quickly as a movie, yes, how can I escape when I encounter difficulties? I'm going to declare war on it! I straightened up, paced back to the easel, picked up the pen, repasted the paper, and reshaped it.

The plaster was still smiling, but it brought people full of warmth, the annoying cicada song also drew a rest, the air seemed to be much refreshed, the restless heart calmed down, Yu Guang glanced at her, she pursed her lips and smiled, and made a gesture for me to cheer, I raised the corners of my mouth and continued to paint. Later, the painting was hung in the hallway, with a small line under the signature: "Run towards your dreams".

Later, I never gave up, even if the sky fell apart, for that dream, that painter's dream, I would persevere! I'm going to move towards it! Run towards it!

Once, there was an unusual road, whether I was wonderful, whether it was twists and turns, whether it was successful, it all depended on this road. It, with a nice name, is called Dream.

When I was a child, I had just embarked on this "dream" road, confused, wandering, hesitating to ......In the end, the most difficult and tortuous path was chosen. I, standing up gently, carefully lifted my foot and took the first step. Although it was only a step for me to be a little sneering tank and a drunken cat, it was the first step in my life, and that step brought me one step closer to my dream, and that step was the first step for me to realize and pursue ......my dream

When I was happy in elementary school, I used to talk about being a writer, for fear that others would not know about my dreams. So, I began to read and write diligently, diligently. I, running on the road of my dreams, will leave a deep imprint with every step; Every mark reminds me of the joy of my own success.

With each step, you will be one step closer to your dream......When I was in junior high school, I was running on the road of my dreams, taking that familiar step and running hard forward. That familiar pace brought me smoothly to the stage where I was closer to my dream - junior high school. I thought that the next road would be smoother and smoother, but in fact, it was not.

Difficulties and setbacks are like a pair of good companions, pestering me all day long. I have been sad, worried, cried, and have fallen and wanted to give up, but I have not really given up, because I have a firm belief, I believe that the sun is always after the wind and rain, and I will definitely overcome all the hardships and persevere to the end.

I continued to run forward, along the way, the wind passed in my ears, the sun was sighing, looking at the sun, I knew that the continuation of life is a never-ending pursuit. Run to pursue your dreams. Looking forward to a bright future, I was running, running all the way, running for my dreams, and finally one day, I reached the end and realized the dream I was pursuing.

When I looked back at the road I had run, I seemed to see me running again......Trying to ......Stick to the ......Struggling to ......Sweat, how many times I have soaked through my clothes, how many times have tears, how many times have I seeped into the soil, I have always persevered and have not given up ......I'm running, running all the way, running for my dreams.

My ideals. Said: The ideal is.

If you don't pay attention to the noisy hall, there is no firm direction; There is no life without direction. My dream is to be a painter, to paint a colorful world, to paint a world of my own.

Being a painter is my greatest dream. When I was a child, I thought drawing was very fun, and I was very energetic when I picked up a pen and paper. Now I think painting allows me to calm down and look at the world. Whenever I see.

object, I can't help but pick up a paintbrush to paint it, and then put it down.

, take a look from time to time. It's like I'm in the process of pursuing my ideals, in the mind.

in the collection of good memories.

The reality is this bank, the ideal is the other bank, separated by a turbulent river, and action is a bridge over the river. In order to prepare for the future, I read the secrets of famous painters every day, and I often enjoy famous paintings on the Internet. Like what.

The painting "Ink Bamboo", several poles in the picture.

Leaning against the rock, a clump grows out of the abrupt boulder.

The strength of bamboo, the clarity of orchid, and the strength of stone, the three are skillfully integrated, giving people a frank and.

Sense. Another example. And. For.

The painting includes the inside and outside of the Great Wall, up and down the Great River, the Northwest Plateau, the land south of the Yangtze River, and the East China Sea. The whole picture highlights the "delicateness" of the country and gives people a magnificent feeling. I love to draw, even if I can't compare to it.

Fascinated by painting;

And. Love to draw is here.

But I will learn from these masters. But there will always be ways to achieve the ideal.

Once, I was so excited to hold a drawing contest that I was finally able to show off my skills. I attach great importance to this competition, so I can't paint one or two, three ......Until I am satisfied. Mom was worried about me.

Body, tell me not to draw and change every day, and draw again after changing. Every time I said yes, I didn't take it to heart. Because he likes to draw, he is hidden in the bureau.

I drew one sketch and one another, and changed them one by one. I handed in my drawings with confidence. Looking forward to ......Finally, I waited for the day when the results of the competition were announced. Looking at the honor roll, a few drops of bitterness.

In my mind, I failed. However, this aroused my desire to succeed even more, and I worked harder than before. That's what I'm hot.

It is my ideal to be able to give spirit to my paintings.

Maybe there is a certain gap between the ideal and the reality, but that doesn't stop me from loving painting.

Say: The ideal is not to strive for the sake of extravagant benefits, it represents not only success in career or life, but the completion of what you want to do as a living being.

Just in the process of pursuing this ideal, I have benefited from many, many ......