my dream英語作文：我的夢想是什么？

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，夢想是一杯茶，需要慢慢品味，才能懂得個中滋味；在我眼中，夢想是一塊甜甜的奶糖，回味它你就會幸福；在我眼中，夢想是一顆橄欖，先苦后甜，是它的寫照。我有千千萬萬個夢想，萬萬千千個希望，但都被打破了，就像鳥兒還沒出殼，蛋就被打碎，才意識到世界的冷酷和無情。 小時候，我的夢想小小的，小小的。就是想每天有一顆甜甜的糖和爸爸媽媽溫暖的一個抱抱。但是，所發(fā)生的一切讓我的夢破了，心碎了，而且碎得再也補不好了。 每次回家，家都是冷冷的，眼睛也是冷冷的，我的心更是冷的。向媽媽要一顆糖，總是拋來冷冰冰的眼神，“小孩子，一天到晚吃糖，牙都壞了！”向爸爸要一個抱抱，“沒工夫！” 小時的夢想，冷了…… 長大后，我的夢想稍稍變大了。競選班干部是，不想去爭不想去搶，只想做一個平凡的學生，只希望好好學習，不想管理什么班級。但老師逼我競選，老師不了解我的心。當上班長后，一切的事情圍繞著我，每天就像傀儡一樣重復(fù)著同樣的事情。一天都生活在壓力中，學習的，生活的，處處都有壓力。我，快被壓垮了。 長大后的夢想，裂了…… 上了初中后，我的夢想更進了一步。我想追求更加安逸的生活。悄悄的，靜靜的。想去一個世外桃源，去那兒隱居。每日看高山流水，溪水遠遠流長；每日聽風聲撥弄琴弦，那是貝多芬的《田園交響曲》；每日唱婉轉(zhuǎn)悠揚的歌兒，鳥兒為我伴唱，鮮花為我伴舞，溪流為我伴奏；每日吟田園詩人的佳句，為這靜謐的一處雅地平添一份光彩。但，現(xiàn)實能讓我為我的夢想去努力嗎？答案的：不可能！ 如今社會競爭力讓人毛骨悚然。不競爭，就沒有工作；不競爭，就沒有飯吃；不競爭，就等于自殺。曾看過一篇文章，那位作者認為那種追求安逸生活的人是一種最愚蠢的人。我不禁勃然大怒，“人家有這種想法關(guān)你什么事？人家要做什么想什么難道要你來定奪，來批判嗎？難道你是最至高無上的嗎？你就可以來剝奪人家的意愿嗎？未免太自命不凡了一點！”但靜下心來想一想，其中也不無道理，世間人不想讓我們這樣做，更不允許我們這樣做！即使我不想承認我是個愚蠢的人。 初中的夢想，又再次破碎了，只留下一片凄涼和痛楚……