Question

my dream英语作文：我的梦想是什么？

Answer 1

In my eyes, the dream is a cup of tea, you need to slowly taste, to know one taste; in my eyes, the dream is a sweet candy, you'll be happy recollection of it; in my eyes, the dream is a olives , after the first bitter sweet, is its portrayal. I have thousands and thousands of dreams, thousands upon thousands of a hope, but have been broken, like the birds have not hatched egg was broken, I realized that the world of cold and ruthless.   A child, my dream a little, a little. Every day is like a sweet candy with Mom and Dad a warm hug. But everything to make my dream happened broken, my heart is broken, and have never broken the bad patch.   Every home, home is cold, the eyes are cold, my heart is cold. Asked his mother for a candy, always thrown cold eyes, "Children, sugar all day long, the teeth are bad!" To a hug to my father, "did not work!"   Hours of dream, cold ......   Growing up, my dream a little bigger. Campaign class cadres, do not want to fight you do not want to rob, just do an ordinary student, just want to learn, do not want to manage what class. But the teacher forced me to run for the teachers do not know my heart. When the squad leader, and all the things around me, every day is like a puppet, like repeating the same thing. Day life in pressure, learning, life, everywhere pressure. I, soon to be crushed. Dream grow up, I cracked ......   On the junior high school, my dream goes a step further. I would like to pursue a more comfortable life. Quietly, quietly. Want a paradise, go there seclusion. Look daily mountain stream, the stream flow is much longer; listen to daily wind fiddle strings, it was Beethoven's "Pastoral Symphony"; sing melodious songs children daily, the birds for me doing the singing, the flowers for my dancers, streams for my accompaniment; daily pastoral poet Yin Quotes for this quiet an elegant way add a touch of brilliance. But, in reality, allow me to work hard for my dream? Answer: Impossible!   Today social competitiveness creepy. No competition, there is no work; no competition, no food to eat; not to compete, it is suicide. Once I read an article, authors who believe that the pursuit of easy life of people is one of the most stupid people. I can not help but rage, "People have this idea off what you do? What do the people want you to decide what we going to criticize it? Do not you be the most supreme? You can do since deprive the will of the people ? a little bit too pretentious! "But stop and think, which is not unreasonable, the world people do not want us to do, but does not allow us to do so! Even if I do not want to admit that I was a stupid man.   Dream of junior high school, again broken, leaving only a desolate and pain ......

在我的眼中，梦想是一杯茶，需要慢慢品味，才能懂得个中滋味；在我眼中，梦想是一块甜甜的奶糖，回味它你就会幸福；在我眼中，梦想是一颗橄榄，先苦后甜，是它的写照。我有千千万万个梦想，万万千千个希望，但都被打破了，就像鸟儿还没出壳，蛋就被打碎，才意识到世界的冷酷和无情。 小时候，我的梦想小小的，小小的。就是想每天有一颗甜甜的糖和爸爸妈妈温暖的一个抱抱。但是，所发生的一切让我的梦破了，心碎了，而且碎得再也补不好了。 每次回家，家都是冷冷的，眼睛也是冷冷的，我的心更是冷的。向妈妈要一颗糖，总是抛来冷冰冰的眼神，“小孩子，一天到晚吃糖，牙都坏了！”向爸爸要一个抱抱，“没工夫！” 小时的梦想，冷了…… 长大后，我的梦想稍稍变大了。竞选班干部是，不想去争不想去抢，只想做一个平凡的学生，只希望好好学习，不想管理什么班级。但老师逼我竞选，老师不了解我的心。当上班长后，一切的事情围绕着我，每天就像傀儡一样重复着同样的事情。一天都生活在压力中，学习的，生活的，处处都有压力。我，快被压垮了。 长大后的梦想，裂了…… 上了初中后，我的梦想更进了一步。我想追求更加安逸的生活。悄悄的，静静的。想去一个世外桃源，去那儿隐居。每日看高山流水，溪水远远流长；每日听风声拨弄琴弦，那是贝多芬的《田园交响曲》；每日唱婉转悠扬的歌儿，鸟儿为我伴唱，鲜花为我伴舞，溪流为我伴奏；每日吟田园诗人的佳句，为这静谧的一处雅地平添一份光彩。但，现实能让我为我的梦想去努力吗？答案的：不可能！ 如今社会竞争力让人毛骨悚然。不竞争，就没有工作；不竞争，就没有饭吃；不竞争，就等于自杀。曾看过一篇文章，那位作者认为那种追求安逸生活的人是一种最愚蠢的人。我不禁勃然大怒，“人家有这种想法关你什么事？人家要做什么想什么难道要你来定夺，来批判吗？难道你是最至高无上的吗？你就可以来剥夺人家的意愿吗？未免太自命不凡了一点！”但静下心来想一想，其中也不无道理，世间人不想让我们这样做，更不允许我们这样做！即使我不想承认我是个愚蠢的人。 初中的梦想，又再次破碎了，只留下一片凄凉和痛楚……