Hou Zhang's childhood was a rebellious youth. I am willful, and my mother gives in.
Later, childhood is the aftertaste of running around. I miss it and my mother is crying.
When I was a child, my ideal was a narrow seesaw. I am here, and my ideal is there.
When I grow up, my ideal is a tall building, with my head down and my ideal on it.
Later, the ideal is a dark secret room, I am outside, and the ideal is inside.
Now, the ideal is a little star, I am here and the star is there.
Yesterday, my dream was the distant starry sky. I can see it, but I can't reach it Later, my dream was the romantic moon in the water. I can reach it, but I can't touch it When I grow up, my dream is a happy family. If you can get it, you just don't know how to cherish it. Now, my dream is a dull life. If I know how to cherish, I will be happy.