求一篇大学生英语作文i have a dream

Question

适合大一的非英语专业交作业就行130词左右。

Answer 1

I
have
a
dream
这本来是高英的一篇作文题目,在学校的论坛上，看到的时候心里是一悸，虽然还是有语法错误，但不知道是不是天气的缘故，看后真的很温暖。也许只是还残存几分纯真。不知道有没有人可以耐心看完。。。。。
I
have
a
dream,
I
have
forever
youth.
When
my
parents
have
grown
older;
my
children
are
ready
to
leave
the
nest.
But
I
have
not
aged.
I
know
the
years
have
passed
because
I
can
feel
the
losses.
Gone
is
the
eager
face
of
a
young
girl
ready
to
meet
any
challenge.
But
somehow,
like
Tinker
bell,
I
have
been
suspended
in
time.
Because
in
the
eyes
and
soul
of
my
husband…
I
am
still,
and
will
always
be…
eighteen,
as
carefree
and
whimsical
as
the
day
we
met.
I
have
a
dream,
when
I
was
old;
He
still
calls
me
his
“cutie”.
He
takes
me
to
see
romantic
affectional
film,
where
we
sit
in
a
theater
filled
with
heart-whole
teenagers.
We
hold
hands
and
share
popcorn,
just
as
we
did
so
many
years
ago.
We
still
chase
beetle
cars
and
stroll
all
various
streets
of
Guangzhou.
“You
would
look
good
in
that,”
he
says,
and
pointing
to
a
stylish
skirt
in
vogue
store
show
window
and
say
to
me.
I
want
to
laugh
out
loud,
but
I
know
better.
He
is
serious.
I
have
a
dream,
when
I
activity
inconvenience;
Every
summer
vacation,
he
takes
me
to
his
hometown.
On
a
hot
summer
night,
we
rambling
on
the
path,
he
holds
my
hands
beside
me,
taking
in
the
tranquility
and
listen
sounds
of
a
bubbling
brook.
As
the
evening
hours
come
to
an
end,
we
are
at
our
favorite
place,
high
on
top
of
the
Ferris
wheel,
sharing
pink
cotton
candy
and
looking
out
at
a
sea
of
colorful
lights
below.
It
seemed
that
the
whole
world
now
belonged
to
me,
and
I
seemed
to
go
beyond
myself
to
another
world.
I
have
a
dream,
when
I
hypomnesia.
I
hope
I
won’t
forget
the
past
days
of
ours.
He
will
take
out
our
covered
with
dust
old
letters,
and
word
for
word
to
read
for
me.
Take
me
go
to
the
place
where
we
have
bone-deep
memory.
Recall
the
things
with
together.
Recital
the
poesy
for
me,
tell
me
the
story
of
<The
last
rose
in
summer>
is
true
existent.
Because
the
story
was
really
happen
to
our
lives.
I
have
a
dream,
when
I
no
longer
beautiful;
Hairs
ginning
gray
and
the
lines
around
my
eyes.
He
realizes
that
I
am
already
old,
he
sense
my
insecurities.
At
this
time,
he
will
stealthily
close
and
whisper
to
me,
say
the
“forever”
again
of
we
said
at
youth.
Tell
me
he
love
me,
have
no
change.
I
watch
him…
watching
me…
with
sooth
eyes,
and
I
know
that
he
care
nothing.
I
have
a
dream,
in
several
more
decades;
Where
we
will
be?
I
know
we’ll
be
together,
but
where?
In
a
retirement
home?
Living
with
our
children?
Somehow,
these
images
do
not
fit.
Only
one
picture
is
constant
and
clear.
I
close
my
eyes
and
look
far
into
the
future…
and
I
see
us…
an
old
man
and
his
cutie,
pass
every
minute
near
together,
with
nothing
to
do
but
to
love
together
and
nothing
to
think
of
but
the
pleasure
of
telling
another
of
it
and
giving
another
proof
of
it.
I
have
white
hair.
His
face
is
wrinkled.
We
are
not
sitting
in
front
of
a
building
watching
the
world
go
by.
Instead
we
are
high
atop
a
Ferris
wheel,
holding
hands
and
sharing
pink
cotton
candy
under
a
plenilune-night.
I
would
not
just
like
to
enjoy
the
endless
aroma
and
the
moonlight.
I
have
a
dream,
when
I
die,
I
have
no
regrets.
I
ought
to
be
able
to
say:
"We
were
happy
for
so
very
many
days!”