The word "dream" lingers on my lips. These two short words seem to condense all the power of life. If we lose it, I'm afraid we'll just linger like walking dead. It's shining. When you fall down and get hurt, it is like an attractive scenery in the distance, which makes you dry your tears and continue to run against thorns. It injects fresh energy into the boring life all the time, and makes the passion linger in every part of your body. The tide drowned the young life. We should have the dream of persistent pursuit, let the original white life bloom colorful flowers, and look back to the past to fill our hearts with enrichment and emotion.
Dreams never choose people, it is the magic pen of God to build a blueprint for the future for everyone. Dreams are high and low. As long as you have dreams in your heart, you can live an optimistic and fulfilling life every day. When Cui Yongyuan went to the United States for an interview, he met a truck driver, and they chatted very speculatively. Unconsciously, he talked about his childhood dreams. The truck driver proudly said that his childhood dream was to be a truck driver. He worked hard to make money and finally owned his own truck. His wish has come true. It was not a great wish, nor was it as grandiose and empty as saving the world, and it was real, and he did it. What matters is the process of his efforts, not how high he wants to reach. A little dream will bring endless sweetness to yourself. Not everyone can be a great man in people's eyes, but ordinary dreams also have real interest in life.
Time can never stop the footsteps of dreams. With a stubborn persistence, I learned to make my dream grow a little bit every day. A long time ago, there was a girl who was determined to be a world champion since she was a child, but she was obsessed with trivial matters of life and never realized it. In June, 2009, 10 won the women's age group shot put championship from 100 to 104. She is Ruth Flynn, a centenarian in Australia. After nearly a hundred years of expectation and waiting, she persisted in her childhood dream for a hundred years. Just this persistence in your dreams is enough to move people. She always clings to her original dream, how can she return to the place she wants to go most! At this time, no matter how much pain and tears, they were covered up by a victorious smile.
Now, some people have no positive dreams, constantly floating in fame and fortune, filling their inner emptiness with the power of money and letting themselves fall into the abyss of sin. If they have a clear dream, they won't waste their lives.
I think of a song in May: "... after the storm/looking up against the wind/giving up, I will be moved/I will raise my head for this time in my life/at least bloom proudly ..." I don't want to be emotional, but at least I want to paint a heavy stroke on my life, shape my glory with the most transparent and pious heart, and let the eyes around my dreams stare at all the happiness and pain, at least I want to be proud.
2. Sandstorm Dream
The land bears the tears of years, year after year, day after day, and gradually changed its appearance.
I don't know when I had a dream: I hope to reach a prosperous place. After all, poverty is unbearable and desolate; I don't know which year and which month, the casual wind roared past, reflecting the afterglow of the dim sunset, following the footsteps of the wind, it began to fly all over the sky; I never thought about where this journey would go, but I just hope to go with the wind and pursue my dreams.
Perhaps the former place was too desolate, and everything in front of the road became a paradise in the dream. The wind took me far away, and I don't know how many generations I have experienced. I only remember that green grasslands have been hidden, lush forests have turned yellow, rivers have become turbid, and villages have been forgotten. The mountain lost some beauty and the water stopped running. Is this the dream I hope to realize in my heart? The city has also become the place where I live, shrouded, hazy and confused. Nothing can resist the frivolous wind. Faced with this situation, I want to go back to my original place, even if it is death.
I am a grain of yellow sand. It turns out that I stuck to my own soil, and just because I admire the power of the wind, I came to a place where I shouldn't have come. I only thought that I should also have a dream: to fly to the busy streets. I never thought that all the places I went would be desolate. Maybe I was born doomed, and prosperity is not my dream.
Freedom is the wings that the wind puts on me and makes me fly to this distant place. Also because of freedom, I gathered strength for the wind, so that the beautiful light of heaven and earth no longer exists. The wind made my dream come true, and because of the wind, my beautiful hope was completely destroyed. I really should believe that where there is a dream, hell is also a paradise, but.
If God gives me another chance to choose, I would rather stay alone in that hellish desolation than come to this bustling paradise. In hell, at least I still have beautiful dreams.
Even if I die, I'm not afraid anymore. I see, I don't belong here, but in the distant soil, where I live. I no longer expect freedom, because my freedom is absurd to human beings. I hope I can get rid of the shackles of the wind and return to my desolation.
History, after many vicissitudes and glories, should not leave me-Sha's dream.
What ended this dream?
Walking through the spring and summer with rich wild fragrance and beautiful trees, roaming to the autumn and winter with clear wind and frost, the rain and dew in spring, the scorching sun in summer, the maple leaves in autumn and the snowflakes in winter are the messengers of the four seasons and the witnesses of my growth.
I am Xiaohua, and I don't know where the Taoist priest is.
I have lived in a small yard since I was a child. Although it is not big, it also has my happy and carefree memories. I have a beautiful and gorgeous morning glory sister. There is a tall and United Parthenocissus brother; There are four seasons long, petite and beautiful Chinese rose girls, and I look silly. "I want to be as beautiful as them when I grow up."
Rain and dew are the nutrients for my growth, and sunshine is the inexhaustible motive force for my growth.
Under their baptism and care, I finally put my head out and grew a place where I could only see the sky overhead.
In front of us is a hillside, which is full of flowers.
Close your eyes and smell the peculiar smell on this hillside. Incense is the thick accumulation of unknown flowers on the side, talking about scattered grass fragrance. Another spring is coming!
Begonia is light red, red is light white, and white is "sad but not hurt", covered with green leaves, which looks moderate, like a naive, fit and jubilant girl. When I first saw noble peonies, they were happily raised and cultivated in bright spring, luxurious spring and bright spring. As long as there is a breeze,
"I want to grow up, I can't be a beautiful begonia, I can't be a noble and elegant peony, I want to be a little flower known to the world." This is my pursuit.