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Dreams are the wings of sailing. On the road of dreaming, I am confused, frustrated and helpless.
Recalling my childhood, I am ignorant. I want to be a glamorous star, but I don't know the hardships, so I began to learn to dance. Practice repeatedly every day, like kneading dough, over and over again.
In childhood, who will suffer much, and finally can only end in failure. Growth, rapid development and vigorous development. I no longer yearn for a colorful stage, but want to be a patriotic poet like Mrs. Xu Mu. Praise the mountains and rivers, praise the motherland.
Soon, I began to learn to write poetry. After practicing for a long time, I finally learned the word "rhyme" Birds fly freely outside the window, and the wall clock in the window rings faintly. Sure enough, after a long time, books that learn to write poems no longer appear.
After a while, I gradually realized that I had a lingering sound, and I wanted to be a wandering singer. I often pull my voice, but it attracts countless questions and taunts.
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This time, I didn't flinch.
On the boundless land, I began to hum my familiar songs and sing my own good songs. Later, I can sing English songs and even write songs like everyone else.
At that time, I began to perform my own songs in my own Xiaotian field.
I don't know when I started singing in front of my family and others. Until that moment, some people said I didn't deserve to be a singer. Gradually, there are more echoes.
After that, I gave up
12 years old, the age of flower season, but I am lost in the "dream cage". Someone asked me what my dream was, and I didn't know!
At that time, people often said: dream, you have to rush!
However, what is my dream, I am very confused.
The new year is coming, and I have another dream. I began to learn to "practice" while walking. The teacher once called me impetuous. To this end, I looked for a good prescription everywhere, but it was fruitless. I don't know where I heard that walking can cultivate fertility, so I began to try.
Gradually, I gradually know the secret, so I am not as impetuous as before. Later, I learned that there was one
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This profession is called walker. I began to understand the walker. Dreams also germinate in this process. Yes, my dream is to be a walker and travel around the world with my feet. "Practice" while walking and discover your inner defects.
Perhaps, when I have traveled all over the world, my disability will not remain.
On the road of dreams, there is rain in spring, fog in summer, wind in autumn and snow in winter. Deep down, there is a flower blooming: as elegant as an orchid, as precious as an epiphyllum, as enchanting as a rose, as subtle as a cherry blossom, as quiet as a phoenix tree. ...
Dreams are like flowers that never fade.