Childhood is a season of dreams. When you see the magic of science, you dream of being Einstein and Marie Curie; when you see the beauty of literature, you dream of being J.K. Rowling and Andersen. ; When I see the magnificence of paintings, I dream of being like Picasso and CLAMP... However, these dreams may change with the passage of time. Only persistence in life and desire for family love will become eternal pursuits.
I don’t know how long it took from the beginning to the realization of my first dream. It might have been three months, it might have been six months, but at most it was ten months.
At that time I was in a sea of ??chaos, and I dreamed of seeing the first ray of sunshine. In the darkness where you can't see your fingers (I don't know if the fingers have grown yet), it is crawling, rhythmic, and restless, full of dreams and longing for sunshine. After coming out of my mother's belly and crying hoarsely, I lay peacefully in the nurse's arms.
The nurse carried me out of the delivery room. My grandfather, grandmother, and father, who had been waiting at the door, came up immediately. They were laughing so hard that they forgot about it. The nurse opened the quilt that was wrapped around me, and I was surprised to see the first ray of sunshine in my life. It was 10:50 in the morning on December 23, 1997. The sun was shining in front of my eyes, novel and bright, gorgeous and warm. The realization of the dream seemed so easy and logical after the intense pain.
For many years after that, adults said that when the nurse held me and lifted the quilt for them to see, I opened my eyes and looked around. No one else believed it, but I believed it. Because my grandfather, grandmother, and father all said that when they first saw me, I was too ugly to look at. In fact, I also thought they were ugly when I saw them, but I couldn't tell it at the time, and I'm embarrassed to say it now.
My second dream started five years ago, and I don’t know when it will be realized. One spring five years ago, my parents left me when I was young to pursue their dreams in a foreign country. Since then, reuniting with my parents has become my second dream. It may take three years, or at most a few years to come true. I didn’t know this time.
I remember that one day when the grass was growing and the orioles were flying, I woke up from my sleep and my parents were gone, and the residual warmth of their kiss seemed to still be on my cheeks. I didn't cry, and I didn't know what this meant to me, but I vaguely felt that this was a very important thing for me, my grandpa, and grandma. From then on, I could only see my parents’ voices and smiles, but I couldn’t fall into their arms. I heard their thoughts and love for me, and I said to them: "I love you too." My first dream was measured in months, but my second dream was measured in years, which is a bit disturbing to think about. Sad, but I firmly believe that the new, bright, gorgeous and warm sunshine will appear in front of me.
Childhood is a season of dreams. When you see the magic of science, you dream of being Einstein and Marie Curie; when you see the beauty of literature, you dream of being J.K. Rowling and Andersen. ; When I see the magnificence of paintings, I dream of being like Picasso and CLAMP... However, these dreams may change with the passage of time. Only persistence in life and desire for family love will become eternal pursuits.