Dream

Recalling all kinds of things in childhood often makes people laugh and cry. But thinking that he was so brave at that time did not lie in daring to fight, but in daring to set up an ideal. Even though the ideals are just bubbles one after another, the pure and clear blue can still be seen through the sunshine. Life is like a play. I have looked back on the stage in the colorful years for many times, and I can always find the fallen dream grains in the dim light. I saw myself in my father’s arms when I was young, naively wishing that I could never grow up! I saw my innocent self standing among the crowd, wishing to be a doctor when I grew up with full confidence! I also saw that when I was young, I held my grandmother’s skirt with my little hands, and sincerely promised that I would use money beyond my personal ability to filial piety her when I grew up. The elderly remembered that it should be the best in everyone’s life, in the most brilliant years, the film of infinite hush thoughts in series into dreams is shown in the screen of the brain. There is no ups and downs of plot interpretation, no hundreds of turns of emotional vent, immature but not false, pure but not complicated. But one day, the flowers in this dream fell silently. At that time, I had to follow time and race against time. Sometimes I worry about the failure of my study, sometimes I worry about the failure of my career; Sometimes I worry about my youth no longer, sometimes I worry about the death of my years; Sometimes I am afraid of giving without return, sometimes I am contradictory, lonely and unreliable, etc. When all kinds of troubles came one after another, gradually, I stood on that high place and looked back at my childhood, but my heart was waning. Because, I have indeed grown up! What accompanied childhood was not only time, but also the fruits of memory brewed by this time. People often say lingering memories, but some memories are covered by more and more thick dust in time, or some place left when they come, then one day, when we accidentally opened the dust or went back to the place where we used to be, the face decorated by years was so familiar. I always met my old friend at some time before, but my name was always called out by others. I could only think about him for a long time or remind him. Whenever I respond to others’ stiff smiles, indescribable embarrassment and confusion will always emerge in my heart. I don’t know how much of the past I can remember in these years, I can’t even repeat the deepest impression in my mind. Is this what I call childhood memory? However, some memories are often the most popular scenes in life, but because of this repetition, they are more likely to disappear in the flow of time, even when flowers bloom most luxuriant. Sometimes, there are still some films of light and shadow in my mind, reflecting the morning glow of Xu Xu and enlarging gradually, but finally I can’t imagine how many flowers fell in that dream? Or, what fell was petals, while what was broken was stamens; What was lost was dreams, while what was lost was dreams. I should be lucky that someone is guarding the fragments of the fallen dream for me, a rash guard. They are either parents, friends, lovers or enemies. In a word, I am cannot live without in this life. Every time I stop, I feel like tears. I miss the childhood dream, flowers bloom, colorful. White is pure, blue is dream, Green is hope, red is passion, yellow is harvest! The dream at that time was full of my happiness and joy in the glory of flowers and flowers! At this moment, looking at the still blue sky, I can only find that piece of broken dream! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…