Dream,
What a beautiful yet cruel term,
It once sprouted in beautiful childhood,
Blooms in everyone The youth of youth,
withered and withered in laziness and depression.
For me,
a dream,
is a flower blooming in my heart,
dazzling but far away And,
But I am glad,
I have never stopped chasing my dreams!
It is like an inseparable friend.
It has witnessed my high spirits and youthful frivolity.
It has protected my loss and loneliness.
They say the road to your dreams is full of loneliness and hardship.
Actually not,
Just be firm in your heart,
Stick to your belief,
I believe,
< p> As long as I don’t stop pursuing my dreams,when my mind is exhausted, my muscles and bones are exhausted, and my body is extremely hungry,
I will surely be rewarded with happiness after all the hardships.
You will see with your own eyes,
Dreams bloom like flowers,
shine in your eyes!