The teacher asked us to write an essay entitled Searching for Dreams , how should we write it???

First of all, you have to review the topic, you can write a narrative, the story of yourself or others chasing your dreams, you can write how to struggle, how to set goals, how to achieve ideals, etc., and then search for some successful examples of celebrities to use as arguments, which is very simple.

Top the first floor, the usual way is written.

First decide on the theme and use real-life dreams to refract life and reflect your inner world, or write virtual dreams and imagine compositions? Then choose a topic that interests you to ideate on.

I lost my dream, saw the black roof, and didn't dare to turn over.

There is no warmth in the lonely bed. The winter night touched my cold ...... feetSearching for dreams is very helpless and difficult.

The wind is howling and the leaves are shivering. In the darkness of the night, there was only a heartbeat. I couldn't cross the threshold of dreams. In my childhood memory, I was a small tree, always dreaming of becoming a tall tree, yearning for might, yearning for strength.

I tried to retrieve this dream, and thoughts began to sprout in my mind.

Oh, I fell into a dream, and in the dream, the big tree was luxuriant, blooming, and bearing fruit. It has taken root deep into the earth! It seems to have a fire burning in its heart, a fire of struggle, a fire of effort, a fire of never giving up, a ...... of tanki

I would like to say that I will never lose my dreams again ......

Happiness comes from dreams.

In my limited memories of childhood, there are always a few clear images that flash by when I think of them inadvertently.

I remember one time, I went to the beach with my father, the air was very humid, and the white beach was in front of the blue water. What a kind of intoxicating blue, the sea is the same as the boundless sky, and the pupils are constantly shrinking but there is no edge in sight. Lying barefoot on the soft beach, with a pair of hands and a wooden stick, he began to build his own castle.

Strong walls, wooden balustrades, a zigzag moat. So I began to fantasize that maybe one day I would have a room like that: facing the sun, with a large blooming rose below.

The little atrium is filled with an unknown emotion, so bright.

Later, I understood that it was happiness, an indispensable emotion. The heart of finding happiness has not changed, but the dream has become the ideal middle school. When the afternoon sun shines through the window, I still dream, of the school building, of the classrooms, of the teachers, and even of the row of small green banyan trees at the door.

That school is even a sacred presence in my heart. I worked harder for my dream. I listened carefully to the lectures, studied, and completed my homework, but I was extremely happy because of my dreams in the fifth grade, when everyone was bored.

Every time I give, I feel that I am one step closer to my dream, and my heart is truly happy, just like the light of dawn, I can feel it when I am a little quiet.

In junior high school, the dream has come true. The seriousness, rigor and benevolence of the teacher gave me a deeper understanding of these two Chinese characters. Standing under the three-foot podium and letting chalk build a bridge of knowledge has become another dream of mine.

Indulge in the sacredness of "spring silkworms to the end of the dead silkworms, and the wax torch turns to ashes and tears begin to dry", and sighs at the sacredness of "When I grow up, I will become you". Looking at the busy figure of the teacher, I thought that one day I might be one of them, and my heart was filled with abundant happiness. Every time I think about it, that kind of unassuming happiness has left an indelible mark on my two years of junior high school.

Having such a dream in mind makes life so happy.

There are always many paths to happiness, and I am intoxicated by the fullness of this road, and "winding paths lead to secluded places" always make me unable to do it myself. This road is called a dream.

It can be written like this:

I have a lot of dreams, but one of my most important dreams is to be a doctor, and one thing made me think about it.

One day, on my way home from school, I saw a small pom-pom ball shivering in the wind under a tree, "Well, what is that?" "I'll take a look! It's a black and white kitten, alas!

It seems to be a little wrong, its eyes don't have any sparkle at all, and if you look closely, ah, it's blind!! Which master is so ruthless that he left it here and didn't care?! I thought angrily that the poor kitten was meowing in the streets, as if crying

Mom, Mom, I'm blind, who's going to help me! "I felt so sorry for it that I was so distressed that tears fell from my eyes! was about to take it home, but an old man shook his head and said:

Can't feed, can't live! "I was so sad that I had to carefully put the cat down and go home in pain. Seeing that the kittens are so pitiful, I thought of many blind people living in the dark, and since then, I have decided to become an ophthalmologist, not only to heal people's eyes but also to heal the eyes of animals, and I am determined to be a white doctor angel, so that many people who are struggling in the dark can see the light of day again, and bring beautiful light into their lives.

Of course, if you want to become a good doctor, you need to study hard, read more extracurricular reading, and read more books about medicine. I believe that through my hard work, I will become a good doctor.

Dreams are beautiful, and they are the cocoons of butterflies woven by small caterpillars.

Fiction and reality, wandering between fantasy and reality. Time passes bit by bit, and dreams and reality become entangled. Perhaps, at this moment, it is a dream, a dream that is out of reach, but as long as you grit your teeth and persist and work harder, then it may become a reality in the next second.

However, most of the possibilities are that dreams are dreams after all, and they are diametrically opposed to reality.

Dreams are cruel, when we look up at the sky and see a floating balloon rising higher and higher, but shattering in the closest place to the sky; Or maybe it's a bubble, when it transforms into colorful colors, it suddenly disappears, and there is no trace of it anymore. Dreams are scary, you don't know if it will be shattered when you feel the happiest, you don't know if it will be in vain after you give everything. The only thing we can do is to do our best to protect our dreams.

Dreams, realities, sometimes only a small step apart; But more often than not, there is an insurmountable chasm. This makes us have to understand that sometimes dreams are dreams, and at the end of the day, we have to come back to reality.

Everyone is like a caterpillar, weaving their own dreams, but no one knows what the end of the dream will be!

Facing the morning light, with bags on our backs, we will chase our dreams together; When the sun goes down, no matter what the outcome is, we have to smile and tell ourselves "I've done my best"!

There is a little difference, you can refer to it.

Everyone has their own in their hearts.

Teachers and scientists ......And so on, my dreams sparkle like stars in the sky, and they are countless. It's as colorful as a seashell on the beach. Took up my whole mind. But I ended up choosing the sacred profession of teaching. And for good reason.

Every day, I carry a cute schoolbag and go to school with the singing of the birds, I think learning is a kind of fun, which makes our teachers work hard for us every day.

My mom was a good teacher, she got up early every day, tidied up, and rode her bike to school to start the day's hard work. My mother worked hard to educate newcomers, and she was like a flower to cultivate our beautiful flowers of the motherland into the pillars of the motherland in the future.

Mom also works non-stop after work. In addition to taking care of me, that is, grading homework for her students, my mother broke her heart and her hair turned a lot grayer.

I remember it was yesterday, my mother went to work as usual, it was the rush hour, at an intersection, my mother was hit by an oncoming motorcycle, her right hand was bleeding, and she was tied with a thick bandage, but Mom, you still insisted on going to work, and wrote strong words with the right hand that was injured. When I got home from work, I noticed that your hands were so swollen that the bandages were red with blood. I stroked your right hand, as if I saw that your trembling right hand was holding the chalk tightly in class, writing on the blackboard one by one, and the beads of sweat rolled down your forehead, and you wiped the sweat and began to lecture with difficulty.

You endured the pain in your right hand and finally succeeded in finishing the lesson. After work, you're still in the empty office preparing for class.

Mom, you are so dedicated, so hardworking, so strong!

Since then, I don't know that a seed has been planted somewhere in my heart - the dream of being a teacher, I look forward to the seed germinating, flowering, bearing fruit, and growing into a towering tree......Tomorrow is Mother's Day, I wish all mothers in the world good health and all the best.

Dream, where are you? Do I have to step out and look? Are you in the Garden of Dreams?

A lilac lavender wafted in the breeze, interweaving with the wind to create a delicate solo dance, and gradually, more and more lilac lavender joined it, forming a sea of lilac lavender flowers, which developed from a solo dance to a gorgeous group dance and exuded a faint fragrance of their own.

Walking into the sea of flowers, countless lavender will bow to you like a gentleman, stretch out their hands, and invite you to join this dance company. The bangs in front of your forehead are blown up, and the fine bangs block your vision from time to time, but you seem to be fascinated, and you don't care about the bangs that are blown up, just put your hand firmly on the lavender, let the lavender hold your hand without leaving a trace of integration, and your steps move with their swing. Without clearing your clothes, a trace of nectar quietly dips into your heart, and what kind of bud does it quietly moisturize?

And who is determined to become a dancer? I'm so happy that another person has found a dream in the Dream Garden.

Wow, that's beautiful! A big-eyed boy of about six or seven years old stood in front of a bonsai, only to see that the bonsai had become more eye-catching because of the artificial pruning, especially the green coat wrapped in its appearance, the green clothes were sprinkled with sunlight, and the yellow sunlight seemed to clothe it with a thin layer of dazzling golden gauze, which made this bonsai more noble. However, the little boy did not look at it at this time, but moved his gaze to the gardener not far away.

The gardener wore cement gray overalls, thick gloves on his hands, and a pair of large, bulky-looking scissors, which he cut "click, click". It's strange to say, why can it deftly cut off the branches and leaves in the hands of a gardener, and give all kinds of plants a makeup of their own? The little boy on the side did not move, standing there as straight as a stake, except for a pair of large watery eyes that rose up and down with the scissors in the hands of the gardener, and his little face was full of yearning.

Someday, I'm going to do the same! "Huh? Whose voice is this?

It seems that someone has found a dream in the Dream Garden again.

Dream Garden? Beautiful name. The important thing is that it lives up to its name.

I leaned on the railing, looked at the three beautiful characters of "Dream Garden", and smiled slightly, maybe I will also find a dream in the Dream Garden! I turned around, and a wisp of wind blew right in, leaving a trace of fragrance in my wake.