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Everyone wants to grow up and get a good job in college, and I do the same, and do you know what I want to be when I grow up, and what I don't want to be when I grow up?

Before, I watched Lawyer Duan on TV behave fantastically in court! In the end, I got a lot of money! That's why I want to be a lawyer when I grow up!

Because lawyers are so rich, you can get a lot of money from a lawsuit! That's great! But that's just one of the reasons why I want to be a lawyer, and there's another reason!

It's just that adults praise me for my eloquence! This has increased my confidence by more than half!

I'm a super networm and I don't blink when I touch a computer! Playing games is even crazier, and one day, I had a whim: I'm going to make a game too!

Later, I asked my mom what kind of profession she could do to make games, and she said, "You can, a computer software engineer!" "So I had another wish:

I want to be a software engineer when I grow up and make a big online game masterpiece! Ha ha! This ideal has become an excuse for me to play with the computer!

My favorite book to read is "Naughty Bao Ma Little Jump" by Aunt Yang Hongying. Of course! It's hilarious!

I learned from my mother, "A writer can get a lot of money for writing a book!" "Listen, how cost-effective it is to be a children's book writer, not only to get money for compiling books, but also to be loved by students, and to be a children's book writer - it has also become an ideal of mine.

What do you think? Do I have many ideals? Which one do you think I'm the best fit for?

When I came back from school today, my mother hadn't made dinner yet. I sat in front of the window and picked up the "Big Wisdom in Small Stories" series of books that my father had bought for me, "The Hidden Door". I flipped through it, and an eye-catching title caught my eye - "The Material of the Great Vessel".

I read it impatiently.

It turns out that this story is about: Bill Gates, a genius in the information age, a tycoon at Microsoft Computer Corporation, and the richest man in the United States, was recommended to the school library to help organize books when he was in the fourth grade of elementary school. He was bright and studious, and despite his small stature, he was very serious about his work.

He arrives early every day and spares no effort to weave through the labyrinth of bookshelves, picking out misplaced books like a little detective and putting them back where they should be. Later, his family moved to another nearby residential area, and he was transferred out of the library. But he always remembered in his heart, "When I'm gone, who will sort out those books that are on the wrong line?"

After thinking about it, he asked his mother to transfer him back to his original school. He told the librarian, "Now my dad takes me to school in a car, and if he doesn't take me, I'll walk." ”

After reading this story, I was touched by Bill's serious spirit. A teenager who is so serious and determined is so determined that there is nothing that cannot be done in the world. It occurred to me that in many great or outstanding people, there are always many things that are superior or different from ordinary people, and these will sooner or later be revealed in their life deeds.

Before becoming famous, these may be overlooked, but after becoming famous, people think of how extraordinary they were at the beginning. But whether it is a record before or after the event, it is undoubtedly a masterpiece left to mankind.

[Interesting thing].

One day, there were many guests at home, and my father asked me to pour the freshly boiled hot water into the thermos and make tea for the guests.

I poured boiling water into the thermos and went to get the tea, I just walked a few steps, only to hear a "bang" sound, which startled me, turned around and looked, it turned out to be the lid of the thermos popped out, I picked up the lid and pressed it down, turned around and left. I thought to myself: Is it legging?

This time I pressed down hard with the lid in both hands, and I looked at it for a while, and then I left with peace of mind after confirming that it was okay, but the unexpected happened again, and the bottle cap jumped up again, but this time I jumped higher and farther, "There is a ghost", I quickly ran out of the kitchen with my head in my hands. Dad saw it and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" What's wrong?

I told my dad what had happened, and he laughed, pulled me into the kitchen, and said, "Gently close the lid and give it a try." "I tried it, and sure enough, it didn't pop up again, so I brewed the tea and served it to the guests.

It's a lot of fun. In the evening, I checked the information with my father, and it turned out that there was a lot of hot air in the thermos, and the cap was on or too tightly closed, and the air inside could not circulate, so the cap would be propped up, so that the cap would jump. Oh, I see, I'll be sure to deflate when I close the cap again.

It seems that there is observation everywhere in life, and there is learning everywhere!

Poplar leaves from childhood.

When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother in a small courtyard with a large poplar tree with lush foliage, and he was a good friend of my childhood.

When I was very young, I always played under the poplar trees with my friends. The summer sun shone on the dense green leaves of the poplar trees, and a golden parasol was held up above our heads, and the leaves were as beautiful as a fairy tale. We play under the leaves and enjoy a relaxed life.

When I think back to that time, I always see the golden poplar leaves in front of me.

When I grew up a little bit, I would collect fallen poplar leaves every autumn, and my grandmother would always carefully help me sandwich them in an unknown book. At that time, I didn't know what a taxidermy was, and I didn't know why I was collecting fallen leaves, but every day I would bring back countless poplar leaves with gusto, and my grandmother would always smile and put them in her book. My neighbors saw me collecting fallen leaves and left them for me with beautiful colors every time they cleaned the yard.

Once, a neighbor's big sister gave me a boat made of yellow leaves, and I was so excited that I took the boat everywhere I went, and when I went to bed at night, I asked my grandmother to put it out of the reach of the pet puppy. The puppy was also a good friend of mine, but I guess he probably "fell out of favor" for a few days because of the leafy boat.

In winter, the poplar hides all his leaves. Whenever this happens, my grandmother takes out the fallen leaves that fall in the book. My grandmother taught me to draw on the leaves with colored pens, and after the painting was done, she put tape on both sides of the leaves, threaded the leaves together, and hung them on the door and wall.

My grandmother and I also worked with me to make a collage of poplar leaves. A few leaves, simply folded a few times, form a unique picture, which is very interesting. The walls are covered with these pictures, and my grandmother calls them my "leaf painting exhibition".

Every winter day is filled with strings of poplar leaves, leaf paintings, and grandma's loving smile.

Spring is coming, and the new green leaves leap onto the branches. Looking at the delicate new leaves, I began to hope that they would soon grow up and soon turn into the golden poplar leaves of the summer tree.

I grew up in the hope of year after year, and poplar leaves were my inseparable companions. It wasn't until that fall that we had to separate. In order to expand the road, the small courtyard will be demolished.

I picked up poplar leaves from the ground for the last time, and my grandmother tucked them into the book, just as before. On that day, I said goodbye to the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Later, I went back to that street. The courtyard is gone. To my disbelief, the big poplar tree was gone, and only the thick stump remained. A few months later I went back to that street, this time not even the stumps were gone, and the road widened.

I still treasure those last few poplar leaves. When I see a poplar tree, I think of the poplar tree that accompanied me through my childhood.

After people agree, they have joined hands with others and people.

Women's Day clients have a meeting for the night.

A new day begins in the morning, and the morning is the beginning of a day because it represents a new day. The relaxing summer vacation has passed, and a new semester has begun! Facing the bright sunshine in the morning, we returned to the beautiful campus and started the journey of the new semester.

In the past journey, there was laughter, there was a sunshine, this has become an eternal memory, now with a lock to seal it up, everything in front of us is new! See? A new life is beckoning.

After six years of training, we are not all warriors, wipe off the dust of the soul, take our **, ready to go, the goal of the new semester is to impact us!

We have ushered in a new semester, and at every new starting point, each of us will have an expectation: I will be more exciting tomorrow. Therefore, I must be looking forward to a better future, and I must show myself to welcome the new semester.

Today's teachers, classmates have taken care of themselves beautifully, office. The classrooms are cleaned and there is a sense of vibrancy. A new atmosphere of peace and upliftment.

I believe that under the infection and inspiration of this new atmosphere. I must make new progress in the new semester.

In the new semester, I have a new goal - not to be a giant of words, but to be a master of actions! I learned that success is not achieved by dreams, but by one'......s own actions

Of course, in the new semester, you have to make unremitting efforts to achieve new results in your studies! An effort will be rewarded in exchange. Learning is not a hobby, but a responsibility, something I should do and must do well, and at the same time there must be a burden in learning.

There is no bitterness. In the process of being tired, there will be no progress and promotion, whether it is in the past or in the future, isn't it the truth? I turn my joy and sorrow into a boost and motivation to move forward, and I will continue to overcome difficulties and make new progress.

Success is our joy, behind the success is our hard sweat, no hard work will have no harvest, no pay where there is gain. I am about to enter junior high school, so I should cherish this precious time to enrich myself and turn my ideals into an overwhelming motivation!

There is a diligent path in the book mountain, and there is no end to the hard work of learning the sea. Strive to move forward towards your goal! A new semester has begun, starting a new journey, Yang Qixin's sails!

I want to work hard, in the colorful primary school life, study hard, this is a sprint, facing a new journey, there may be ups and downs, hardships, I will definitely overcome all difficulties to avoid all the shoals to reach the other side of success!

The feeling of the first day of junior high school is like a passing year, and today we are no longer children who have played in the grass; Today, we are no longer elementary school students who read aloud "Moonlight in front of the bed"; Today we have said goodbye to childhood and moved towards youth. With a vision for the future, we came to the High School Affiliated to the National People's Congress and entered the first year of junior high school. It's been a month since school started, and I have a certain understanding of the new environment.

There are also many feelings in the face of the first year of junior high school. When I was in the first year of junior high school, my first feeling was freshness. The campus is so clean and tidy, and it is full of trees; The teacher's lectures are so energetic and engaging; The students get along so well and happily; The modern library, audio-visual education center, Internet center and laboratories made me want to linger again.

It's all very different from elementary school, and I find it very new and interesting. In the first year of junior high school, the second feeling is the longing and yearning for the future. At the opening ceremony, we were excited to tie our good wishes to the balloon and release it into the blue sky.

Everyone's wishes are varied, and some hope to be a home and promote China's tradition to the world; Some hope to be a journalist and let all mankind marvel at China's rapid development today; Some want to be a writer and let people hear the weak voices in the corners of society......Ideals can only be realized through action, and in the three years of junior high school, we will lay a solid foundation for the future and move towards our goals step by step. It's the first year of junior high school, and the feeling of being nervous again. In secondary schools, especially excellent secondary schools, the competition for learning is quite fierce, and thus there is also a certain amount of pressure.

If you don't pay attention to your grades, you will be at the back of the team, so you can't relax at all, and you have to be in a state of learning all the time. We have to adapt to this intense learning atmosphere in order to achieve results in the three years of study. It's the first year of junior high school, and I'm excited, expectant and nervous.

But in any case, start from little by little, integrate into the new life, and let us face the first life of the new year with a high attitude.