There are dreams where the stage is essay

Maxima's fame comes from Bole giving it a stage to show itself; Zhuge Liang's eternal fame comes from Liu Xuande giving him a stage to show his talents; The popularity of "Supergirl" comes from the fact that Hunan Satellite TV gave them a stage full of singing. Where is my stage?

It's all stage; There are stages.

I have to discover my stage for myself. When you are humming, the road under your feet is your stage, and when you are playing football, the green field under your feet is your stage; When you are reciting, the familiar classroom floor under your feet can also become your stage. I have always had a misunderstanding, I think that a place with a big screen, good sound, light sticks, and high popularity is the stage, but in fact, there are some inconspicuous small places, even corners, once discovered, become their own stage - a confident stage.

We have to build our own stage, as the theme song "My Stage" in the cartoon "I'm Crazy About Songs" sings: "I build my stage myself, and I want the whole world to feel it." I wrote my own scripts, believing that I would always be a ...... protagonist"The materials used to build the stage are very simple, and that's a dream.

People who have dreams can shine even in ordinary corners; People who don't have dreams, even if they stand on a gorgeous stage, are just decorations, empty shells. Remember, dreams are forged and my stage has to be dressed up by myself. Singers decorate the stage with their singing voices; The painter decorates the stage with a paintbrush.

Don't care about the strange eyes of the outside world, don't care about the defects of your own talents, don't care about the deliberate contempt of others, we must always believe that the stage we decorate is the most beautiful.

How big the heart is, how big the stage is.

The stage is always reserved for people with dreams, this stage, it does not distinguish between races, beauty and ugliness, poverty, education, region, it transcends the times, transcends boundaries, transcends souls, does not care about time, does not care about the price!

Dream of where it went.

When you were a child, you were taken to school by your parents like a mascot, and when your parents asked you what school you wanted to go to when you grew up, you were either Tsinghua University or Peking University. When the teacher asks you what you want to do when you grow up, you're either a cop or a scientist. You are like a child who is not ashamed to boast about his parents and teachers.

But when you look at the satisfied smiles on the faces of your parents and teachers, you feel that this question is perfect for you.

When I was in junior high school, when my parents asked me which high school you wanted to go to, you said that you must go to the best high school in the city, you looked at the light that suddenly flashed in your parents' black eyes, and you felt that you said the correct answer again, this feeling made you feel familiar, but you can't say that you have seen it in **, maybe in a dream. During the high school entrance examination, you played abnormally, and finally passed by the high school of your choice by one point, and entered a school that you didn't want to go to before.

In high school, you often console yourself with sayings like "as long as it's gold, it shines wherever it is." When you chose liberal arts and sciences, you who were good at science followed your parents' arrangement and went to a liberal arts class. From now on, the world of Newton's three laws is no longer known to you, and you can say goodbye to science.

When you fill in the college entrance examination, your "little fresh" disease has just bloomed, and you are tired of the scenery of the northern country and want to go to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. At this time, you heard your parents' advice not to be too far from home, so you crossed out your favorite school and scribbled an unfamiliar name.

When you arrive at university, you have finally become the most ordinary of all people, and your four years of college life are spent in the pungent smell of smoke in the dormitory and the sound of the mouse and keyboard in the middle of the night. The hobbies of the people around them are playing mahjong, shopping, and playing games, and the word dream is redundant for them, because each of them rudely divides life into two stages: living and dying. And you finally began to compromise with reality, just get married and have children.

After graduating and looking for a job, you finally fell into deep anxiety and sadness after four years of college life. Your resume is lost one by one. You start asking yourself where your dream has gone.

They are not with your parents and teachers, you just live for others all the time, you don't know what you want, and your so-called dreams are probably left in your memories.

Life, a dance with shackles, always with shackles, but all the time dancing, you are there, or not there, you look at me.

Or don't look at me, I'm all here, maybe lonely, still dancing solo.

Deep down, everyone is lonely.

On the journey of life.

Everyone is an ascetic on the way of life, and then I learned that what I walk under my feet is not a road, and the dance of my body is not a dance.

It is a persistent dream, an unyielding soul.

Is it okay to think out of the light?

Then there is the process of striving for the dream, and it is better to write about one setback and one success.

Finally, I would like to express my feelings. Sauce purple is fine.

Start by writing what the dream is.

Then write why you want to learn dance, and how you know dance through those channels that make you want to learn dance.

Finally, write about what kind of dancer I want to be.

Think about your own feelings and opinions on dance, what attracts you to dance, why it attracts you, and you can also compare and describe it in combination with the real situation.

Just work hard, actions speak louder than words