I was born in a remote small mountain village, which was the cradle of my childhood. At that time, the most magical thing I had ever seen was the grinding machine used for grinding surface and the diesel engine used for driving. The little wooden gun made by my father is the best toy I have ever played. The power endowed by the spring breeze of the party on the land of the motherland is selfless and meticulous. The prosperity of our motherland is booming, my hometown is changing, and I am also growing up. The roaring sound of soil cannons blew out strips of jade belts, and the car whistled up to the Hill. The excited trumpets erected silver pillars, conveying the light of love. When the night fell down, the mountain was brightly lit. On the TV screen, Chinese communists are no longer unfamiliar. Scientific cultivation, scientific cultivation, thousands of years’ history resurrection on the screen, and international news have all become hot topics for ordinary people after dinner. Rows of neat houses sparkled with laughter in the sun. Indoor, white walls, imitation rosewood furniture, soft sofa, all kinds of electrical appliances. Dazzling. Through the glass window and looking around, the Green Dragons coming from the sky and the jade belts wrapped around the Dragons, the flat mountain roads, circling to the distance. No one had expected that a high speed would fly through the door of the House, run through the three provinces, pass through the five lakes and cross the sea. The sky is bluer and the mountain is greener. Birds singing in the forest, silky sound, endless hymn. Eulogize the Great Society of magnificent and giant systems drawn by Chinese Communists! This sentence is a sigh that can be heard everywhere. A series of welfare systems are gradually improving. Returning farmland to forests, the school will help students in difficulty complete their dream of reading. Cooperative medical treatment, disease subsidy, living security for needy households, five guarantees households, endowment insurance, old-age subsidy and so on, a series of subsidies. This is a good society! This sentence expressed how many people’s exclamation, expressed the feeling of fish and water among the people of the Communist Party, and expressed the earth-shaking glory of China under the leadership of the Communist Party in the future. I carried my parents’ food and hard-earned money. I muddled through junior high school with a fluke mind. When I stepped into the society, I gradually regretted. In this era of rapid development of high technology, learning more scientific knowledge will not be so laborious in society. How many wonderful memories, just like this article, I can’t write them well. Whenever someone asks me, don’t you regret learning? I just smiled, but didn’t dare to tell the truth in my heart. I just silently deplored those lost time. Time is short, we still have a long way to go, and there are still many things to do. He wants to be a doctor, and you want to be a singer,,,,,,,. Everyone has a dream. These dreams combine like stars in the sky, illuminating themselves and brightening China. This is the Chinese dream. And my dream is to become a painting artist, carrying a drawing board and drawing pictures of humanistic art from the motherland. When I have this ideal, from now on, I will always be down-to-earth, study hard, and with the help of the warmth of the party, I will definitely get closer to my dream. In ancient times, how many people created an artistic realm under such a social system, which was unprecedented before and never came after. Qiu Ying, who was called one of the four heroes of Ming Dynasty by later generations, was a painter.,,,,,, Modern Qi Baishi, early Carpenter,,,,,,. All of them have left precious enlightenment to later generations through their tireless pursuit and spiritual creation shown in their lifetime. Sweat and dream are the same. Learning from them the tenacious and persistent spirit, my dream is getting closer and closer. Junior strong! Country is strong!

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We must unite. In today’s complex and changeable social environment, our people and country are also having to accept natural challenges! Our Chinese nation is a self-improvement nation, and our people and country will never despair and cry in the most dangerous times! We are steel and iron army, and any disaster cannot shake our will, because we always have a belief that if China does not fall down, the people will not cry!

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The net of memory converges the scissors of reality. The cruelty of reality is a clumsy tailor, cutting the beautiful picture in memory! The beautiful picture in memory is like a dream. Standing on the bank of the river which has been far away from home for years, you can see the scene, the appearance of the river and the appearance of Hailai River. You can feel that it is a river and the old traces left on both sides. A tiny stream of water sobbed, like a bright red blood flowing out of the eyes of the Earth. The cold front like red blood pierced my heart. The river on my face is more turbulent than it. Every river has a story. The splashing spray is innocent and naughty faces one by one. The Naughty Boy is like a fish, hiding in the water, a distance of ten meters away, sliding like a Loach, a group of naughty children are very like a group of wild ducks, the happy river water, jumping off the array of innocent. A Trichosanthes tree with the shape of rainbow is about three meters high, stretching out of the River diagonally, and there are two branches of Sapium trees beside it, which are about five meters high from the water surface. These three trees, it is the dream of a group of naughty children, jumping into the dream of becoming the world diving champion in the Olympic Games. The river is slowly, gentle and strict encouragement: jump down bravely, jump, fly into the dream. The immature figures climbed up the trees one by one, and the ugly and inferior posture was more like the shadow of broken dreams. They sank down, rapidly sank down, and bloomed a piece of water. Occasionally, some people, with a long bitter face, rubbed their red belly which was beaten by the water with their hands, burst of mocking laughter spinning in the water. The river reluctantly shook its head, gently touching and kneading this clumsy urchin. The song of laughter floated from the tree again! A piece of Cyan Stone, two pieces of red stone, about 1.5 meters long, sleeping on the shore. The Moss is dark, and little silt solidifies on it, like the freckles on the old man’s face. It is also like a string of tears criticizing the endless greed of human nature. A tube of spring water as big as tears, wailing and wailing like abandoned babies, logging off the source, how long can it last under the hot sunlight? Leaving traces of the river. Maybe the dust covered its appearance in a flash. The story of this river can only flow in dictation. Beautiful and clear. Wishes! Memory will forget this river. Dragonflies remember it, frogs remember it, trees growing along the river and bamboos growing along the river remember it. The epitaph they gave to the River: it was called the river, but it died in the hot sun. The birds among the flying trees and bamboo branches also gave a hint of sadness, wailing over the river. Once, the fathers of the birds planted the beauty of this river for their hearts: on the shore, there were always beautiful and kind girls playing with clothes, telling sweet stories in their hearts. A group of young daughters-in-law, using the wooden mallets in their hands on the rocks, sorted out the tedious days. Under the peaceful expectation, the smooth skin grew into streams, knock out an eternal village. Still waters run deep life more! Groups of water ducks swam among the cloud trees and bamboo shadows. Naughty fish kissed their flippers, and then ran away as fast as possible with the strength of breast-feeding. The Kingfisher stood in a quiet corner, patrolling its country as a king, singing the vitality of the morning, treasuring the colorful clouds in the western sky and whispering about the new first month of April. ,,, the network of memory meets the sharp scissors of reality, the broken picture! The river like tears and a flickering lamp are about to disappear in the oral description. 2013.5.3

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