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The wind blew the scattered fallen leaves feebly, and the fallen leaves drew a beautiful arc in the air and hit the ground again. It's deep winter now, and the smog outside almost wraps the whole world and can't escape. Looking at the fallen leaves on the ground, they rolled feebly, but they could not fly. I looked down at my 60-point math test paper, and my mood suddenly fell to the lowest point, just like a bird with broken wings, unable to fly high into the air. Such a picture flashed through my mind; I am holding a test paper with full marks, and my heart is full of joy. Unlike now, my heart is cold and my mind is confused.

A person walks home slowly, looking at the bare trunk and the desolate leaves on the ground, and the sense of loss is even stronger. So I walked slowly and finally got home.

Wandering alone in the room, doubts come to mind one by one. Why is there such a big gap between this time and last time? Why did God give me such a blow? Why did I only pass the exam this time? Why? ! Suddenly, in the corner of the balcony, I saw a little spider struggling to weave a web. However, a cold wind blew, the net broke and the little spider was blown to the ground. I thought it would never get up again. But no! It got up, climbed into the corner and began to weave again. Its action shocked me! I watched it weave a web and suddenly thought: Why does a little spider have such great motivation? Because he has a dream, because his dream has never been shattered! I hide my thoughts. Don't I have a dream? Is my dream so untenable? No, it's not! My dream of going to graduate school like my uncle has never been shattered. What is a mistake? I still have many opportunities, and this is only a small part of them. Cheer up and believe in yourself! I looked up at the window. The smog had cleared and the sun had covered the earth again. I felt relieved.

Spider webs can be mended, because they have dreams; The fate of the leaf did not wither in the end, because it had a dream; The sunshine dispelled the smog again, because it had dreams. Because their dreams never died. The bird's wings are broken, but its heart still yearns for the blue sky.

From the dream, even if the wings are broken, the heart will fly.