The content of my dream handwritten newspaper for the new semester

Dreams are different from dreams. Dreams are illusory, but dreams can be real. Everyone has his own dream, and everyone's dream is great and happy. Different. Although dreams are far away from us, as long as we work hard, even if we don't realize it, we will be satisfied. At least we have tried hard, so we have no regrets. I have a dream and a goal. With this dream, I will keep working hard and never give up.

The new semester is always expected but somewhat feared. I don’t like to write some wandering, lonely and rambling words. I force myself to always face every day with a positive and optimistic mental state. I still play my due role in the fragrance of the years. I still like to write some passionate and high-spirited words in my weekly diary. article, and then saw the meaningful comments written by the teacher under the article. I have always wanted to be No. 1, and I have not yet reached No. 1. In the past two years, I must work harder to be worthy of my dream. In fact, it is worthy of myself.

I am afraid that I will waste my time. At the age of sixteen, I will feel that I have a lot of flamboyant things in my heart. I have always been very frivolous, but when I saw that some of the outstanding seniors in the school were admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University, and some even though they had always been the first in their grade, they took the college entrance examination to a relatively inferior school because of their poor state, I couldn't help but Somewhat discouraged. In short, I also know that eliminating selfish distractions and concentrating on studying is the most difficult way to do it, and it is also the easiest way to succeed after doing it. Don't give yourself too much time to fantasize, don't let yourself wander, these will be a waste of time. Just work hard in this direction. I remember Burr (winner of the 1972 Nobel Prize for Literature) saying: Killing time is a terrible and tiring thing. This second hand, invisible to the naked eye, is always spinning under the horizon, and you are killing time again and again. , in the end you have to understand that it continues to circle, ruthlessly continues to circle...