The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly. Everyone has their own dreams. However, what is a dream? What is a dream? Dreams are expectations, but dreams are powerful-your courage and persistence in taking misty dreams as ideals, and the highest level of your responsibility for yourself. But ask yourself, how many of us can realize our original dreams? Our dream is a simple belief and a responsibility to our future and life. Perhaps, it is the ambition of twenty years old; Perhaps, it is the confusion and impulse of adolescence; Maybe it's just a dull desire, a desire for applause and success. There are countless "possibilities" and countless "hopes", because our youth is full of miracles, and our dreams, big and small, are fragrant in every corner of life. Dear friends, looking back on your growth all the way, do you remember what footprints each dream left in your life? In order to cultivate self-cultivation, my mother asked me to start learning calligraphy at the age of 6; Because I can speak before weaning, my mother concluded that I have a talent for language and arranged a lot of language training since I was a child. Because of my mother's "writer's dream" when she was young, I began to receive formal writing guidance at the age of eight. Like a mechanical sponge, I absorbed those unfamiliar academic knowledge, such as foreign language courses, computer courses and home economics courses. Anything my mother thinks should be learned is my obligation. Looking at the license number alone, I can hardly find my direction. Disappointed with the whole future in an instant, when everyone thought you could succeed, I resolutely chose to give up. Run away from home before the college entrance examination, in order to find the so-called reason to persist in struggle. Walking in a strange city, I exposed my stupidity in the dazzling sunshine. I gave up studying again, stayed in the coast and even went to Beijing for further study, just to get rid of my parents' arrangements and go my own way. When everything settled down, I thought of my parents and myself all the way. Recalling the tears in my eyes when my parents left; Recalling the text messages and phone calls that teachers advised me to go back and repeat, I suddenly realized that my dream had paid such a price. When my classmates told me why you know everything, I was full of gratitude to my mother for the first time. At that moment, I realized that the person who has always wanted to resist is actually the one who knows me best, learns to be grateful and learns to face up to his dreams. Yes, my dream. Give warmth to my readers and happiness to my lover. Yes, my dream. I have been infatuated with this place since I first stood on the podium. From the first time I published an article, I began to look forward to the world of words. From the moment I decided to stay here, I insisted on my inner desire. No matter how many marks the years have left on our faces, no matter how many scars the world has scratched on our chests, as long as we have the right to breathe, we have the passion to rebuild our dreams! As long as we have the oxygen to survive, we have the courage to create passion! Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. Choose to persist, choose to cherish, choose to achieve the passion of life, and bravely realize the original dream in your heart.