How to write the beginning of an essay on a dream I had in the 5th grade of elementary school???

I have a dream to be a great environmental expert, so that people can experience blue skies, sunshine, green mountains and green water, everything is beautiful. Thinking about it, I entered the dream ......

Option 2: I like to draw Chinese paintings, but I can't always draw them well. After lunch, I was drawing a big, and I couldn't draw it like that.

Option 3: I am a girl from the Northeast, coming from that ravine and ravine, not knowing the vastness of the world, like a newborn baby; I don't know how to live, but I have a mother who loves me and loves me, she takes care of me in every way, teaches me how to behave, teaches me how to live, and she is the one who makes me change my view of the world that I don't know anything about.

In the evening, the fiery red sunset reflected half of the sky, and the wind girl walked gently, gently blowing the beard of the grandfather of the big tree and the young shoots of the little grass brother, telling a beautiful story one by one. The tall and tall grandfather of the tree, as if he understood, nodded from time to time, and bent over with a smile. The green trees, the tender green grass, the gorgeous sunset, and the flying birds constitute a beautiful and harmonious sunset picture.

The upstairs neighbor was playing the accordion, and the melodious sound of the piano accompanied me into a sweet sleep.

You can start by writing about some of the things that happened to you during the day. Then write that you saw these things in your dreams.

Dreams are an extension of reality, and reality is the end of dreams. Let the sky take my dreams with me, fly!!

As the saying goes: 'Think by day, dream by night'. I dreamed of being able to do it when I was a kid.

Write about what you want to be or do in the future, and the connection will be solved. Hehe.

Write directly about the dream you had and finally end: Oh! It turned out to be a dream.

Just write that you're thinking about something, thinking about it, and unconsciously falling asleep.

Write directly about the dream, and then say that you were woken up, and then you find out that it was a dream.

I came to (somewhere) in a daze...

It's easy to do at the beginning, first write whether you woke up laughing or crying.

Dream is a wonderful word. Because of dreams, we can glimpse the happiness in fairy tales outside of reality, and we can let the imagination of our thoughts run wild in the quiet night, and transform countless impossibilities into dreams.

The eyes become clearer because of the tears, and the heart is warmer because of the sorrows. "We look forward to the future and the uninhibited nature of our wonderful dreams. The years are quiet, and I am cruising in the joy of growing up in my dreams.

Let's take you on a journey through my interesting dreams. (Continued text).

People have all kinds of strange dreams, and I just had one of them.

I have many, many dreams of being a basketball player, an entrepreneur, and a star ......Recently, a chance encounter gave me a new dream.

One day, the names of some of my classmates were written on the blackboard on the outside of the school, and I was among them. I was puzzled as to why my name was on the blackboard, and thought I had made a mistake. Later, when I inquired, I learned that I had been selected for the school's track and field team, and I was still a shot put team player, and I wanted to represent the school in the Shenzhen Primary School Athletics Games.

Although I never thought of becoming a track and field athlete, I was very happy to think that the school trusted me so much, and that it was an honor to represent the school in the sports day, and I was willing to participate in training, participate in competitions, and make up my mind to work hard to win glory for the school.

Training began. On the first morning, I only ran four or five laps around the sports field, and the PE teacher didn't ask for anything. At that time, I felt very relaxed and happy, and I felt that the training of track and field athletes is just that, and it is quite easy to be a track and field athlete.

The next day was the same, just running, no particular training. At this time, we have completely subverted the worship of athletes: what athletes work very hard, what 1% talent and 99% sweat, I think are all fake.

But the third day of training was very hard for me, and it completely changed everything I had before. Leg raises, kick-backs, lunges, push-ups, small steps, bent over and in place and endless running around, jumping up and down, after a while, I was sweating and out of breath, I ran and walked crookedly, and I really wanted to surrender. But calm down and think about it, which star didn't grow up in the wind and rain, that successful athlete doesn't go through painful training, and that successful person doesn't have solid basic skills?

So I have to keep training, no matter how hard and tired I am. At this time, I really felt that it is not easy to be a successful athlete, it requires a hundred times or even a thousand times the effort of ordinary people, and the pain that ordinary people cannot bear.

Later training was still intense, even devilish. Although I feel more hard and tired, I have persevered and will continue to persevere. Because I have always had a dream, that is, to stand under the national flag, in the envious eyes of the whole school, and even in the praise of the people of the whole country, to accept the medal that belongs to me, the first place that belongs to me.

So, I'm going to work harder and work harder.