My dreams look like stars in the sky. Sometimes I dream that I have been admitted to a university; Sometimes I dream that I am a salesman; Sometimes I dream that I boarded a spaceship and visited space ... As time goes by, many wonderful dreams are blurred, but only this one I remember clearly. On a quiet night, the soft moonlight touched the earth, and the cool autumn wind sent me to sleep. It was in a remote mountain village, a simple classroom, where dozens of simple children were sitting, with dozens of bright eyes staring at the door together. I walked up to the podium with a book in my hand, and the children stood up and shouted, "Hello, teacher!" " I saw dozens of bright eyes and dozens of pure hearts. How urgent it is for children to acquire knowledge. I am excited and excited, and my heart is warm. I stood on the podium and said kindly, "Students, we are all here for knowledge. A class is a group, and this class should be United. Let's stick together, shall we? " As soon as my words were finished, the students said in unison, "Good!" A warm current welled up in my heart. How lovely the children in the mountain village are! I smiled so sweetly. Then, I teach children to learn: "I love Tiananmen, and I love the great motherland." I read it once and the children read after me. The children read so carefully and were so emotional. Every word, every voice, comes from the sincere heart. Children suck the nectar of knowledge like mushrooms after rain. My eyes are moist and I whisper in my heart. ...