Dreams may come true.
It used to be an era of dreams. When the river reflects the sky, the blue sky spreads out in the dream; When the fish returned to the water, I lay in a dream. Up to now, I still vaguely see that the pure dream has curled up in the transpiration of the years.
In the days of poetry and songs, I wandered among the flowers and lingered on intoxicating words, dreaming of turning into a butterfly for joking poetry; In full swing, I set foot on the starting line of the sports ground, and my dream condensed into the sweat of courage; On a cloud-like day, I stood at the top of the mountain and shouted, dreaming of becoming a giant cloud with wings and flying higher.
I have never forgotten that at the moment when I became a young pioneer in primary school, there was a little dream hidden in my clenched fist, hoping to become a pillar of the motherland one day. I have never forgotten that when I was a child, the piles of papers with full marks were full of my dreams, hoping that one day I could become the greatest person in the world. won't forget ...
Over the years, I have found my dream place. Like the water of a lifetime, the years get older and the dreams never fade. Dreams shine into my reality, just like a beam of hope. A curtain of dreams, a cavity spirit. How many times have I yearned for Li Bai's "Jin Ping Mei invites the bright moon to ask for wine", Xin Qiji's "Jin Ping Mei Guan Jian" and Su Shi's "Zhu Zhi Ci does not return to the river" ... The dream is actually very simple-let faith and time be together, and glory belongs to youth!
Reality shakes dreams.
Dreams are dreams after all. No matter how much you want to stay, once you wake up, you will know that your heart will still hurt.
Reality is a cradle, which once laid a happy blanket for my dream. However, when the noise shook the reality cruelly, my dream inexplicably fell into the dust, and finally it could only be quietly buried by a blank of loess. And I, however, have nowhere to run. Repeated setbacks in reality almost made the dream beyond redemption! I have always been superstitious about the dream theorem of "no pains, no gains". I struggled for my dream day and night, but the reality made a joke-the exams were not satisfactory again and again.
It turns out that when reality meets dreams, there may not be a sweet wind chime to applaud me, but the roaring thunder broke my belief. I began to hate this world dominated by reality, exams, papers, and all the shackles that imprisoned my heart.
"Who woke up on the windowsill?
Open the ending
A future as thin as cicada's wings
Who can't stand it? "
Stand firm in reality and watch your dreams.
I'm just an ordinary person in the sand world. Completely speechless, pale as chrysanthemum. I can only wander outside the empty door.
Although I once stood in the sunset gloomily and touched the sadness left by time on the wall, I still tied the ribbon of my dream to the sunshine of tomorrow; Although the wounds of youth have been stitched into eternal scars, dreams are still the best medicine to treat sadness; Although I can only use words to pay homage to my dream of being sentenced to death, I still stubbornly use a pen to show a blue sky of dreams.
The poet Haizi never walked out of the soil of life in his life. Finally, he can only bury his poems in the watching wheat field and disappear from his dreams.
And I am no longer entangled in the boundary between reality and dreams. Stand in reality and watch your dreams until things change. ...