There is a big table in it. The table is pink and brown. There is a yellow story book on the table. Look! There is a green trash bin under the table. Where is the teddy bear? Oh! It’s on the bed. The teddy bear is cute. My bed is so big. It’s pink and blue. There is a picture on the wall. There is a mat on the floor. In front of the mat, there is a closet. The closet is beautiful. Over the closet, there is an air- conditioner.
I like my room. It’s the most beautiful room.
I have my own room now. It is not big. There is a small blue bed in it. Because I love plants, I grow some sun flowers on the desk. Every time I am tired of
doing homework, I will watch it. Then I will be relax and full of energy. Except for this, my room has a bookshelf. There are many books on it. There is a
lovely rabbit clock on the bed to wake me up every morning. I finally have my own place. I love it very much.
梦想,始终是一个人“如鲸向海,似鸟投林”般的热爱。追逐梦想的那颗赤子之心,非要形容的话,那便像是,风吹了八百里,不问归期的坚定吧。即使间隔春秋,山河阻拦,风雨交加,路遥马远。我却依旧敢带着满身泥泞,温柔且坦然地向你伸出手——我的梦想。
此前,我从未想过,长大后我会成为什么,甚至连我该成为什么,也充满慌乱。未来在我的脑海里,像是块幕布,我却如同无头苍蝇,翻来覆去,却又总是找不到那个让他在舞台上绽放光芒的契机。——是什么时候开始的呢?我突然,想成为一名作家。一个,不会是非我不可,却又独一无二的作家。
我的梦想,它曾催着我成长,也曾让我坚定方向,可却也在帮我努力朝它迈进——不论路途艰险。提及少年,应为欢欣;提及年少;应斥平庸;提及经年,应是安好。这便是它,用文字却又促使我明白的,第一个道理。起初到只是打心底里觉得美,再细品时,却已然成了句中人。它一向是我的武器——对抗自卑怯懦,对抗浮躁不安,对抗这青春平庸的,第一武器。
九州大地的文化是我长久以来,从未失望过的自信。中华文字啊,怕是这世上最美的语言了吧。不同于法语,浪漫;不同于英语,热情;不同于意大利语,动听……他更像是位美的潋滟的姑娘,一来便惊艳了整个世界。像是幽清的夜幕中,闪烁着璀璨的星火,一瞬间,照耀了世界,引人沉沦。或许,这便是我梦想的起因?谁知道呢。
这么想着,作家,不就更是美差一件了吗?为自己所热爱的,所崇敬的,所痴迷的,挥洒着笔墨,似是岁月静好,不慌不忙。是啊,有了文字,仿佛有了丰盈的故事,得以煮酒;有了可爱的事物,得以浪费余生;有了光,在岁月的星河中,熠熠生辉。何必慌张?何来慌张?不必了。如此,安好。
日日复月,月月复年。春水初生,春林初盛,春风十里,不如你——我的梦想。
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