Dream back to the stream bank and walk along it again. Only I was talking to the river bank about the memory in that dream.
Seven years ago in the summer, I returned to my hometown because of my summer vacation, saying it was my hometown. In fact, I don't have a sense of belonging, even a little strange. The only thing that interests me is the creek bank.
There is nothing to do in my hometown but to be with nature. I am from love the water, so I fell in love with the stream, but I don't like the sincere river bank. I still remember walking alone by the stream, holding hands and enjoying the life course of the stream happily. I chatted with dragonflies on his back and danced with butterflies beside him. The shore is muddy wetland, where there are old people such as loquat trees and banana trees. Innocent, I ran on the bank of the stream and enjoyed the touch of the breeze. The local flavor invaded my nose, heart and mind for the first time.
Seven years passed quickly, and I almost forgot to wait by the stream. I can't wait to go back. As soon as I set foot on this place that haunted me, a hometown was deeply branded in my heart, all because of that bank. I didn't have time to think about it, so I immediately gave in to my heart and asked him to take me to fulfill the seven-year agreement with the bank. I walked past, there were more and more loquat trees and banana trees, the stream became dirty, dragonflies and butterflies disappeared, and my favorite riverbank was replaced with cement, so I fled here. What is this? This is by no means the creek bank in my dream, because this is an amiable old man. Where did he go? Didn't we say goodbye?
I am lucky after all. I don't know whether it is because of childlike innocence or because of the other party's gift, but in any case, I have realized my dream, despite such twists and turns.
I walked to the bank of the stream from another road. There was a small piece of mud at the end of the stream, in the bamboo forest. No one wants to work here, and I sincerely thank them. It's the same shore, muddy, full of muddy and wet soil, and fallen leaves soaked in streams for a long time. This is the real dream bank, so broad, this is my whole world. The situation in my dream is so consistent with the present situation that I not only smiled, but also missed my dream infinitely in that smirk. I wandered on the shore, leaving footprints step by step, shaking bamboo branches and leaving some leaves behind. What do I want to leave? What do I leave in my dreams?
When I finally left, I brought a bottle full of wet soil, which was a gift from him. I hold it tightly. It is so familiar and warm. This bottle of soil is the messenger of dreams. I look forward to seeing him, knowing him and hugging him in my dream.
I came out of my dream, and my true and false memories puzzled me. The sweetness of dreaming back to the bank of the stream dispelled doubts. What if it's true or not? As Tagore wrote, "There are no traces of wings in the sky, but I have flown." Not only in my heart, but also in my dream and mind, I found such a sentence: "There was no sign of embracing each other on the shore, but I dreamed back."
Feather body, with eagle's ambition and eagle's blood, can be used to light the lamp of progress; Passion can be used to break silence. -inscription
Recently, a retired female soldier named Song became popular on the Internet: 65 years old, 438+08. She was admitted to Tsinghua with excellent results, won two gold medals in the world competition, and then joined the army to fight ... In her 24-year life, she has been moving forward, showing the spirit that young people should have the most, that is, struggle!
Struggle is a passionate pursuit. If you are an eagle, how can you not aspire to the top of the cloud? Even as a Japanese bird, I have never looked up at the sky. Lydia, a British female singer, has been hit hard, but she still has her ambition and a dream that everyone thinks is a joke. But now she is waving her long-lost "arm" to those people with her own achievements. God is stingy but generous, taking away her arms and giving her a pair of invisible wings. When the wings are full, they will eventually soar in the sky. But if Lydia is depressed and confused after the accident, can she wave her arms again? The answer is yes: no!
Struggle is persistence regardless of obstacles. If you walk lightly in the mire, you will struggle, but if you want to stay in the mire, you will get stuck in it. None of the works of the French painter John Fran? ois Miller when he was young can be sold. He fell into the abyss of poverty and despair. Later, he moved to the countryside. Although he still can't get rid of poverty, he hasn't stopped painting. His paintings began to show more beautiful nature and simple farmers with a fearless attitude, thus giving birth to immortal works such as sowing and picking ears. But if he surrendered to the hard life and gave up his ideas, how can we see his excellent paintings now?
Struggle is progress beyond self. If we are content with the status quo and live in peace, it will be excellent, but how can the word life not be generous? When Newton discovered the gravity of the earth, he actively discussed a series of phenomena related to it, thus summing up a series of laws of motion, which provided a certain theoretical basis for scientific research in this world. If he has been confined to his own thoughts, how did he get where he is today? Furthermore, Darwin, known as the "father of evolution", if he was originally confined to the jurisdiction of the "times", how could he become the founder of evolution by writing the Origin of Species? All these achievements are due to their abandonment of self-limitation, courage to take a new step and courage to surpass themselves.
What is struggle?
For me, it is not the spreading of eagle wings, the stagnation of mire, or the hovering of thoughts; It is the ambition of Japanese birds to fly high, the progress on the rugged road and the breakthrough of themselves.
I would like to light the lamp of progress with blood, break the silence with passion, and write the chapter of life with struggle!
Feathers, carrying the eagle's ambition!