求一篇大学生英语作文i have a dream

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 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!”