Teenagers have dreams when they celebrate June 1st activities, 600 words 5

To write a movie impression, you must choose a good angle. A few hundred words after viewing the feeling, the capacity is very small, but a movie involves a lot of content, do not be exhaustive, you must choose a good angle, focus on one side, this is called "the mouth should be small, the digging should be deep". When choosing an angle, on the one hand, you have to look at the characteristics of the film itself, and on the other hand, you have to see what you feel the most.

If the angle is well chosen, it will directly have a chain reaction on the idea, material selection, conception, and planning, which is conducive to writing the after-view feeling well.

When a teenager has a dream, time is ruthless and difficult to regret.

Time can also be used "sea", "years" and so on.

Interpretation: This is mainly to advise you to have a dream to pursue in time and be brave enough to realize your dream when you are a teenager.

Application: You can write a story, let's say you're an introvert and you're not a good communicator, but you have a dream to be a singer and write some twists and turns in between, and finally you succeed Write around this outline.

At some point, the snow fluttered and fell from the mesmerizing sky.

For example, the magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade, and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth and covered Mother Earth with a quilt. As far as the eye can see, the whole world is white like a fairytale kingdom of ice and snow.

The branches of the trees with lost leaves were covered with sparkling silver bars, and the eaves were hung with crystalline Xiaoice shoots, which gave the eaves a delicate lace. The boundary between heaven and earth is not so clear, it is all white. The whole world is spotless and crystal clear.

The charming little snowflakes, as pure and lovely as white cherubs, come from the desirable and magical sky, in a thousand forms, and the beauty is ......

Farmers and uncles all said: In winter, the wheat covers the three-layer quilt, and the next year sleeps with steamed buns. The snow was just in time, and they froze all the overwintering pests in the soil to death; Snow water seeps deep into the soil and provides for crop growth.

Next year will be a bumper harvest! The children all make an exception to wake up early and chase and play in the snow, some build snowmen, some have snowball fights ......From time to time their laughter could be heard, and the sound echoed in the sky for a long time. No matter how wild the wind is, no matter how heavy the snow is, they are not afraid, they play and make trouble to their heart's content.

Snow, you bring joy and hope to people. Poets, painters praise you for your beauty and purity. Uncle Farmer praises you for bringing them the hope of a good harvest. Children praise you for creating a vast world of entertainment for them.

The gift of God, we carefully gather a small morning dew-like dream, drop by drop, not enough, looking forward to the day when it will condense into the sea. There are always careless people, she didn't take good care of her, and the morning dew evaporated. Days without dreams, how confused.

Seventeen was my Waterloo. The rainy season of youth is rebellious and contrary to people. The road is getting more and more dangerous, there is no end to the meaningless, and he is forced to put down his schoolbag happily, and under the contemptuous gaze, he is unmoved.

How sad it is that the boy has no dreams.

I always think that I am imprisoned in a corner, I can't see the sky, I can't see the clouds, I curse the corner. If one day I could travel back in time, I wouldn't be stupid enough to look back on the rain and wind ...... outside the corner

How ridiculous it is that the teenager has no dreams.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant water, and I was afraid of the feeling of being washed. Looking down the door, my grandmother sat in front of my sleeping grandfather's bed, combing his hair. My grandfather's hair was so white that there were no impurities, like snow and frost falling in the harsh winter.

The afterglow of the evening sun is as beautiful as a girl's slightly drunk cheeks. If I hadn't seen my grandfather's face as white as paper, if I hadn't seen my grandmother's tears, I wouldn't have stayed, and I wouldn't have seen the dream that I had slept in my heart, the dream of longing for comfort ......and fraternity

Grandma carefully pulled out a box, and I looked at it curiously, but it was a few yellowed pieces of old letterhead. My grandmother always hid it from me, and I was used to being rude, so I sneered: "Grandpa's love letter to you, you still have it!"

I thought that my grandmother, who could scold the street, would argue with me, but I saw that she was in a trance, and you pulled out the tattered letter paper that was supported by paste, "Yes, it's still when I went to the countryside." Grandma looked at the letter and read it to her grandfather with a focused and peaceful expression, like a pious pilgrimage. One more look, another look, and I wept like rain.

Grain and oil IOUs"! It's actually a "grain and oil IOU"! Yes!

I forgot, my grandmother, she couldn't read. Without pause, without hesitation, she read the love letters she knew by heart clearly. What an abominable sickness, what a hate.

The boy chases his dreams, on the way.

After watching an old movie, my grandfather was still clear, and I lay on his shoulder, carrying me, and gradually walked away ......The main character is me, and my name is "If Time Could Do Again".

The last ivy leaf left by the north wind mercifully left Poor Shan took away the thought of my grandmother's letter hanging all over the tree, and the autumn leaves can still squeak when they fall to the ground, and my grandfather left so quietly.

In the spring of the second year, I put on my schoolbag again, I want to be a doctor, to weave dreams for others, a dream without illness, a moral dream, to realize my dreams, and to love dreams. Exiled in the boundless wilderness of time, at this moment, I was free. My classmates all have dreams, dreams of science and technology, dreams of serving the country, small and big, hidden in their hearts and gazing.

The morning dew-like dream will condense into a strand and converge into a sea.

Teenagers have dreams, I'm running!