My dream is to write a composition for senior one.

In study, work and life, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing is a kind of speech activity with strong comprehensiveness and creativity. So how to write a general composition? The following is my dream composition collected for you. Welcome to share.

My dream high school composition 1 I have heard such a saying: youth is bright sadness. At first I didn't understand: where is the sadness of youth? Happiness is everywhere. Later, my mood was different and my understanding was different. In the sky of teenagers, there are too many sad things: heavy schoolwork burden, generation gap with parents, hazy green fruits ... But in our eyes, fortunately, there is happiness: laughter and fighting every day, the sound of the wind blowing trees every day, and answers with flying thoughts every day ... are all happiness. We can't change anything, but we can choose to accept it or not, to be happy or unhappy, because we are young, because we have youth, and because we have time to ask ourselves: What kind of life do I want?

Youth is our proud capital. With youth, we have passion and dreams, and we have a dazzling future.

Youth is a song that we have been singing for a long time. Happy time is its wonderful music score, and boring exam-oriented education is its heavy movement. We are writing its glory and dreams all the time, because we are struggling in the boring exam-oriented education all the time, but seeking pleasure in suffering is the only reason for our survival.

Friend, please cherish your youth! We are like flowers in bud, we should show our truest and best things to people without reservation, so that we can't help expressing ourselves, honing ourselves and surpassing ourselves. But please remember: Youth is not emptiness or decadence. Youth has ideals, strength, goals and, of course, setbacks. If there are no setbacks in youth, we will not really grow up.

If you cherish youth, please cherish it; If you are still confused, please wake up quickly and ask yourself: have I fallen like this? What about my life?

You see, every day several boys who are good friends or relatives set off firecrackers in the alley; Listen, every day, there are endless bells outside the house, such as kicking two feet and jumping monkeys ... all kinds of firecrackers ring with the laughter of several boys. I don't know how others feel when they hear this wonderful and special "music", but I know that every time I hear this sound, my mood is particularly comfortable.

My dream is a dreamy world, the gap between people, who will know that there is another paradise in people's hearts?

Everything in the world is a dream. Life is a long dream, but this dream will never predict the future, but will only relive the past-bits and pieces of the past.

Time always goes by inadvertently, and stories are always forgotten unconsciously. My story is like a misty cloud, just like my dream, looming, ethereal, I can't catch it.

Then a snowy day, a snowy day with sunshine in my heart, was not cold, but extremely warm. Snow is falling in a large area, the earth is not covered with silver, and the houses are not made of powder Daiyu. It just snowed and melted when it fell to the ground. Only the standing trees and branches accumulated snow bit by bit.

At that time, I always wanted to keep the snow forever, and keep it forever in winter. What I like is a beautiful paradise of ice and snow.

What a ridiculous idea it is to "keep snow"! What if you keep it? It won't be more than three months. After three months, everything will go up in smoke, leaving only a pool of water, and the water will disappear. As soon as the sun appears, it will still reunite with the sun. It seems that snow can only be an angel in heaven and will eventually come back to me. The world, for it, is another unpredictable country. It doesn't belong to this world, and snow doesn't belong to my story, it only belongs to my dream.

Whether it is a story or a dream, it is beautiful after all. Good things don't last long! With the unfolding of the story and contact with the snow, I suddenly had a dream, an extremely absurd dream. I want to become snow. I never want to grow up. I want to live in a country covered with snow forever.

Although the idea is good, it seems impossible to realize the dream. There will never be a dream in my story, and my dream will never become a story.

Ice paradise, ice world, ice kingdom, my dream, my beautiful snow dream. In the long river of life, in the passage of time, the bubble of this dream will exist forever, will not be broken, will not disappear, will not evaporate, will only keep it, leaving it with a hundred flowers-like taste forever, only eternity.

My story is my dream, but this dream does not need to be shared. It's unique to me. Don't need to be eternal in sharing, but exist in loneliness-forever.

When the morning sun breaks and the morning light covers the sky, I know that a brand-new day has begun and I know that today is another day of struggle.

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14 years old, revealing new shoots.

In the morning, I got up lazily, reluctantly bid farewell to my sweet dream, took up my bulging schoolbag and went out, striding down the street. It was a winter morning, the horizon had just turned white, and the streets were full of children about my age. The cold wind blows hard, and we can see the backs of these students, so determined and energetic. This is clearly the figure of struggle!

Looking at the watch, time is passing. So I stepped up my pace and got into the classroom on time before the bell rang. I don't know what is always urging me to get to school on time and finish my task strictly. Maybe I understand, I am a junior three student. I'm not a child anymore. I want to work hard and fight hard!

In class, students always listen attentively to the teacher's explanation, or are busy taking notes and exploring problems. To tell the truth, we are a little tired, a little tired, but who doesn't study hard? Teachers and parents always tell us to study hard. We are always nagging, but who doesn't listen? This is because we are old and have grown into big children.

After class, students always get together, or discuss problems, or talk about what's going on in the world. Remember, we like to talk about our respective ideals. Xiao Q said that his dream is to be a world-class star like Beckham, A Dai said that his dream is to be a people's teacher like a head teacher, and Xiaofeng even said that he wants to be a great writer like Shakespeare. We all have our own dreams in our hearts, and our hearts are full of colorful dreams!

14 years old, senior three, suddenly had an impulse to realize his dream. Perhaps it was that year that I quietly revealed new shoots. I think I will start with hope and grow up with a smile.

15 years old is in bud.

After the senior high school entrance examination and the first little tempering in my life, I successfully realized my little dream-to become a qualified high school student.

Someone will always ask me, "What grade are you in now?" I always proudly say, "I am a freshman!" " "

My dream: dreaming is a great pleasure in life. In your dream, all your wishes can be realized, the rich, the chivalrous, the flying man … all of them. As the saying goes: think about it day and night. Now let's enjoy the magical wizard time and give me my fantasy dream.

Through the boundless darkness, come to a strange place and look around, huh? Why do a group of big brothers and sisters bow their heads and meditate? In a spacious classroom, there are only thirty students, including me. I turned my surprised face to the table in front of me. "Pa" glasses fell to the ground, my god! This is the college entrance examination paper! This is the examination room for the college entrance examination! A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead. I picked up my glasses, raised my pen, and began to answer questions with "God bless" in my mouth.

Question 1: 1+ 1=? I scratch my scalp with my eyes wide open. 1+ 1 =? I don't know. A voice came from "equal to 2". On the left hand side, an illusory figure is smiling. It's me from elementary school. Oh? Two figures are by my side, primary school, junior high school and senior high school, all of which are me. The three "people" smiled at each other and answered one by one, and bright red characters appeared on the paper. Look carefully, it's my blood and sweat! My blood and sweat, under the sound of three ethereal figures, one answer flows on paper. I looked at what happened in front of me in disbelief and was dumbfounded. Soon, the answer was written, and the three figures left with a smile. I looked around in amazement with the test paper in my hand, and suddenly I burst into tears. Ten years of cold window, just for this volume. It's really hard for you to imagine how much perseverance and will it takes for the "flowers of the motherland" to get this beautiful "seven-color petals".

The moment tears touch the test paper, it is golden, almost to the human eye, and the test paper is melting and turning into a golden liquid. Flowing on the ground, slowly, slowly, they gathered together again, and in an instant, a golden light went straight into the sky. When the light disappeared, I put something like gold on the ground. It turned out to be the fruit of a flower, and the golden body was engraved with nine golden letters "Peking University Admission Notice".

I was about to pick it up when the notice flew over and I was awakened. Remembering that seemingly empty dream just now, I had an epiphany after savoring it carefully. As long as I continue to work hard and work hard with my own blood and sweat, the golden fruit will not be far away.

My Dream 5 Everyone has a little dream in his heart, which entrusts everyone's goals and struggles.

I have a simple dream-to be an excellent writer. This dream seems out of reach, but I love it very much. Even if it can't come true, I still love it and try to get it and make writing a part of my life.

When I was a child, I watched my sister's pen turn on the paper, and I envied the birth of a masterpiece. Those excellent works are quite dazzling in newspapers, magazines and other publications, and the sentences are soft and concise, giving people a feeling that spring water flows through their hearts. Every line is permeated with my feelings and sentiments about something. I fell in love with writing after reading her article.

When I am eager to write, I will take a pen and a notebook with me to visit places of interest around the world; Like Fabres, go to the forest to feel the wonder of nature. Or, in the coffee shop, enjoy every minute of afternoon tea ... use the pen tip to describe the people and scenery in the world in a small book. When you are depressed, gently turn the pen tip, pour out your sadness and vent your anger ... The writer's life is so free, not bothered by the life of office workers, and live chic and calm.

I envy writers' indifferent life and their love for the word world.

Of course, it is not a simple process for hobbies to turn from dreams into reality.

In my daily study and life, I insist on the idea of reading more, thinking more, reading more, remembering more, learning more and practicing more. Reading more means reading widely, accumulating beautiful words and phrases, and making your articles full of poetry and painting; Thinking more is to be good at absorbing and analyzing excellent works and applying them to composition; Seeing more and remembering more is to accumulate and record the little things in life; Learning more is learning more writing skills, which is the most important thing. If you only work hard on words, the articles you write will be empty and flashy. Practicing more is writing hard, which is an important link to improve the writing level.

On the way of growing up, since I only had one dream, I have been very serious, whether studying or writing. I believe that as long as you have dreams, actions and persistence, your dreams will come true.

I opened my mood diary, opened the pages of the title page, and saw the paragraphs come alive under my little hands, imagining them as lively and interesting radio stations or wonderful movies, which made me laugh. I really want to be like Andersen. Free imagination can be turned into touching fairy tales. You did not guess wrong! My dream is to be a children's literature writer and write lively and interesting books, so that every word flies into readers' hearts and deeply touches them. So far, I have been working hard and moving towards the road of writing.

When I was a child, I regarded Andersen as my idol, indulged in his book as vivid and interesting as a fairy tale movie, and imagined the hardships of the protagonist, which I could never get tired of reading. A few months later, I fell in love with various novels, such as: the famous detective Conan, the list of gods ... the wonderful plot shocked my heart; Henry's joke almost made me laugh off my front teeth, which made my childhood dream take root.

I often linger in the library full of books, reading the author's painstaking efforts over and over again, adding a lot of wisdom and strength to my dream. Imagine writing one fairy tale after another, one fairy tale after another that wowed readers all over the world. People couldn't put it down and wanted to see it again. Every day, I imagine that I am the big boy in Andersen's book who makes people laugh, with a head of hair fluttering in the wind and the crystallization of my sweat in my hand, walking in the Woods in high spirits and flying like a god! I didn't know that the child could walk on the ground, which represented the years when he climbed to the station again and again and stumbled. Therefore, every writer has the same experience and contributes tirelessly. Only by repeating, editing and innovating again and again can they become famous in the literary world. I really don't know how hard the writer worked when he was a child. But I feel that where the heart is, the results are there, and I will not shrink back because of my efforts.

To become writers, we have to walk a long, difficult and lonely road. One should be interested in reading, and the other should keep practicing writing, so as to improve one's creative ability. Therefore, to be a writer, you should read more books, so as to be full of books, creative, brilliant and interesting. "God helps God" I am convinced that as long as I make unremitting efforts and make persistent efforts, my dream of a fairy tale master will come true one day.

When I was 7 years old, I liked dreaming. In my dream, I am a magician. With a little finger, the grass becomes a blooming flower. After waking up, I excitedly pointed to the grass on the ground, but it didn't turn into a flower after all. I was in high spirits, and turned into a crumpled Halloween pumpkin, crying and making noise. Finally, I pulled up the grass.

When I was in primary school, I still liked dreaming. In my dream, I am an all-powerful inventor. I made flowers and plants with machinery, and my dream came true here. The harsh bell suddenly pulled me out of my dream. Looking at the green grass outside the window, with a piece of bread in his hand, he smiled and ran quickly to school.

I am lazy. Whenever grandma wakes me up, I always stick my head out of bed and reply lazily: "hello!" I know! " Because I found that talking under the covers is different from talking outside the covers. Then, instead of getting up quickly, I buried my head under the bed and continued to play chess with Duke Zhou. After a while, grandma saw that I hadn't come downstairs yet, and she would shout, "Hurry up! It's already half past six! " "ok!" I said impatiently, my head just shrank under the bed and leaned out like lightning.

In middle school, I still like dreaming. In my dream, I became a biologist. After unremitting efforts and numerous gene recombination and cell replacement, I finally opened a tulip on the green bristlegrass. My childhood dream really ended here. The rising sun outside the window shone on my face at the cost of burning myself. I suddenly got up and looked at my watch and rushed out like a rocket. I am late.

Every day, I have a new dream. Every dream inspires me to run forward. Every dream is changing the world and everything. Every dream meets at a destination, where there are beautiful sunshine, beautiful tulips, flashing gold, representing the light of hope. My dream lingers there.