Imagination essay on the topic of dreams. 350 Words 400 Words Hurry Hurry

Ding-dong, ding-dong" Alas, the damn alarm went off again. I angrily picked up the alarm clock and smashed it against the wall, and when I slowly opened my eyes, the alarm clock turned out. Looking at his room in surprise, "Where is this, why am I here!"

I said nervously. I opened my door and rushed downstairs, and the decoration of the living room had to make me faint: the extravagant furniture, the walls were transparent, but I couldn't hear the sound outside, this was the soundproof wall I had once fantasized about.

There were a lot of robots sitting busy doing what they had to do, and I grabbed one of them and asked, "What time is it?" The robot said without thinking

Present time, March 2030··· Falling on the couch, I thought, "Did I cross over?" It's 2030 now, and time flies!

Suddenly, a super kawaii robot appeared and asked me, "Master, do you want to listen to **." So I answered it:

Well. "** started, the sofa began to shake, every piece of furniture in the house was beating, and I danced my favorite hip-hop dance with the cheerful **. The whole house was jumping happily, throwing away all the confusion.

When night fell, I was playing with my cute computer when my stomach suddenly "growled... I shouted, "Mom, I'm hungry!" "It's not my mom who came in, it's the super kawaii robot who talked to me today, and the robot said unhurriedly

Master, what do you want to eat? "Whatever," I replied without looking back. I'm secretly having fun in my heart:

If only I could do this for the rest of my life. After a delicious dinner, I wanted to go out for a walk.

Walking and walking, to a garden, into the garden, the tall orange crown is like a green umbrella stretched out, they open the branches next to the ground, the branches are countless, the leaves on the branches are crowded next to each other, a cluster is piled on the order of a tuft, the leaves grow a layer of new green under the moisture of the spring rain, and the new green reveals a little oily green in the sun. Pick a piece and rub it in the palm of your hand, the strong leaf fragrance is refreshing. The most attractive should be the orange blossoms, dotted with green leaves, clusters, like snowflakes full of trees, the thick fragrance is even more intoxicating.

It's a great pleasure to be able to enjoy this beautiful view!

I reluctantly walked out of the garden and came to the bustling street, where thousands of lights were shining, buildings were suddenly dressed in jewel-encrusted clothes, and streets were transformed into a shining Milky Way. Against the backdrop of night, the cars on the street follow one after another, row after row, as if flowing with strings of dazzling pearls, and like rows of twinkling stars moving. When he returned to his room, he dragged his tired body into sleep.

Wake up! Hurry up and go to school! "Mom's lion's roar pulled me back from my sleep.

When I opened my hazy eyes, I saw my mother's terrible face, "Wow, Mom! Why are you here? I said looking around.

Woo, it's a dream! My ideal life! I screamed like I had lost my beloved baby.

A paper airplane, gently passing in front of my eyes. Oh, that small and light figure, that clean and dust-free flight, how familiar. Could it be the one in my brother's hand when I was a child?

Suddenly, my sight has been quietly taken away by it, and the memories crumpled into wisps hang on the treetops of my childhood.

Heaven, clear and holy, like a light blue silk handkerchief; Clouds, white and flawless, like a light veil of curly curls; The wind, the carefree wind, set off bursts of golden wheat waves, splashing brilliant hope. A little boy, standing on a ridge, released his paper airplane. The plane flew in the wind, and he cheered, jumped, and waved his hands vigorously.

This is my older brother as a child. Folding and releasing airplanes was the greatest joy of his childhood. Although he did not express his ambition to be a pilot and build airplanes, he focused on folding paper airplanes again and again.

He looked up and watched his paper airplane fly through the sky, trying to keep his eyes open and couldn't help but smile. My brother must have a dream hidden deep in his heart - a dream that longs to fly, a dream that weaves ideals in the blue sky.

In this way, the elder brother folded his childhood dreams with his immature little hands. However, there was never a pair of gentle hands to gently soothe his innocent dreams. Once, my brother excitedly picked up a freshly folded paper airplane and ran into the house, "Mom, this plane flies high."

Come on, I'll show you! "He wanted to pull his mother and run out. "Don't mess around, I'm busy.

Mother shook off his hand, "You, you're in elementary school, and you're still playing with these useless planes, so don't you do your homework soon!" "It's already done. The smile on his brother's face suddenly disappeared, and he looked up at his unhappy mother, turned around and walked out step by step.

Several times, he looked at the paper airplane in his hand, and then stopped to look back at his mother, his eyes full of grievance and loss. What a paper airplane it was, my mother would love it just by looking at it, but she didn't look at it just now.

This story was repeated many times, and each time the brother ran happily, only to come back dejected. Gradually, the elder brother became silent. He often sat alone on the ridge, sometimes looking up and watching his paper airplanes swim over the field, gliding and flying; Sometimes he lowered his head and fell into deep thought, thinking about the doubts he had been unable to solve.

The planes he folded gradually decreased, and finally one day, all his planes fell. I asked him why, and he just shook his head. Is it because you have really grown up?

I do not know. All I know is that no one has ever looked closely at his paper airplane, no one has stroked his head and said, "Son, you can do it."

No one tried to open his heart and listen to his ......

Suddenly, I remembered the paper airplane in front of me and hurriedly looked around. I saw that it was firmly trapped in a tree branch, unable to fly, but the sun was shining on it, and it was so beautiful......

1. The teacher said, "Everyone has dreams, what is your dream?" ”

2. Of course, I am no exception, I also have dreams. My dream used to be to be able to grow up quickly. But my mother said that it was not a dream. At the moment I have a new dream.

3. My dream is to be a pastry chef when I grow up, and I can make many, many beautiful cakes and desserts. I'm going to make the most beautiful pattern out of cream and bread. I make animated characters that children like, make them come to life, and jump on my desserts.

I think that way, the children must be very happy, so that the children will enjoy eating the pastries I make; I also make patterns that my uncles and aunts like, and I want to draw their looks on the cake as well, so that they can appreciate my pastries as if they were a work of art; I also make cakes based on the images that people give me, so that everyone doesn't have the same cake on their birthday, which is a birthday gift for them.

4. Although my dream is different from others, they all want to be scientists, designers and ......However, I just want to be a pastry chef, and I will work hard, I want to study art well, so that I can draw beautiful and realistic patterns, and many people will like it. I still have to learn how to cook, I will work hard, and I believe I will persevere. Eventually, I had to become a famous pastry chef and open a chain of stores.

5. Everyone has their own dreams, so I also have my own dreams. Some dreams are difficult to achieve, while others are very simple. My dream is to do my job well, to continue to be kind and to be a chef, these are my dreams.

6. In fact, it is not so simple to achieve good duty and continuous good heart, it needs to restrain yourself anytime and anywhere, do not lose your temper, and do your duty. In addition, as a chef, you must have a calm heart, because as long as it is floating and dry, how can the food be cooked deliciously! It's a dream, but it's very difficult to achieve!

So what can I use to achieve my dreams? First of all, I must be very respectful to my parents and teachers for fulfilling my duties, and we must be compassionate to our younger friends, be kind to everyone, and be serious about everything. That is: "Respect for the superior; Kindness to the subordinates; to people with peace; Yes, it's true".

As for being a chef, you have to be a good craft, not always buoyant, fast but do well, and so on. As long as these methods are done, I believe that it must be possible!

7. Dreams must rely on yourself, others can't help you, and there will never be elves to help you. Therefore, everything must be done and received by oneself. I hope that my dreams will come true, and I hope that everyone's wishes will also come true.

Dream, dream.

Looking up at the starry sky, the seemingly flawless stars shine in the Milky Way, giving us infinite reverie. In the starry sky that is not stained with dust, how many people's beautiful dreams have been released. Those who fly up to the stars know that, like the earth, there is dust and gravel, so they lose the freedom and right to fantasize.

We can't just indulge in our own fantasies, but we can't let the idea of flying freely be lost in the unforgiving reality. 

Ruan Ji witnesses the chaos of the world and the head of his friend, and escapes reality by getting drunk. His life has been evading, evading, evading, but he was finally spurned because of a "Note on Zheng Chong to the King of Jin". Ji Kang lived completely in reality and refused to make any compromises to life, and finally the song "Guangling San" became a masterpiece.

In fact, life from Ruan's drunkenness to take a step forward is Ji Kang's "Guangling San", life from Ji Kang's "Guangling San" to take a step back is Ruan's drunkenness, and the circumstances of different paths to the same end are so different. If the two of them each take a step towards the middle and neutralize fantasy and reality a little, perhaps the living will not be hidden into the psychedelic and the dead will melt into the sky, leaving only endless melancholy for future generations. How can we make those who look up at the stars understand the reality, and how can we keep the dreams of those who fly to the stars?

In that era when everyone complained, Mr. Shen Congwen witnessed the cruelty of reality, but he still wrote that small town in the south of the Yangtze River as a paradise with beautiful mountains, beautiful waters, and beautiful people. Reality did not annihilate his hope for life, he looked at this society and his life with the most primitive emotions and a pure heart. He did not indulge in his fantasies, nor did he numb his mind to reality.

Mr. Zhang Yunhe is also a wise old man, he has experienced great wealth and nobility in his life, but also experienced wars and ten years of catastrophe, but he will always retain a compassionate feeling and a childlike heart that will never grow old. His compassion for humanity led him to face reality and overcome it, while his childlike heart that never grew old made him not give up his illusions and rights in any difficult situation. 

Yasunari Kawabata's shallow sentence "At four o'clock in the morning, I saw the begonia flowers sleepless" instantly touched many hearts. This is the perfect combination of dream and reality, which makes those worldly things fall apart in an instant, and warms the hearts that are becoming numb in reality. 

Face up to reality, but don't commit to it; Keep dreaming, but don't indulge in dreaming. Let your dreams dance heartily in reality!