When I got up in the morning, before I even opened my eyes, I enthusiastically told my roommate about my dream last night. He was wearing a police uniform, and he was not generally heroic, which was in contrast to me. What’s more, my roommate splashed water on his face and complained as usual, “It’s just a dream, don’t take it seriously.” But I was really handsome in the dream, okay! However, since when did dreams and life become so distinct that they cannot be confused? The person who once thought that dreams can become dreams if they think about them more has finally become a memory.
Perhaps you are no longer a teenager, do you still remember the dreams you had when you were young? If you could go back to the place where your dream began, would the future you sketched with a pen look different?
Each of us has a paper airplane that carries all the dreams of our youth, but some people choose to let it fly on a breezy afternoon and escort it with sweat and hard work; others Some of them chose to smooth out the wrinkles on the paper airplanes and put them in the drawers of the fleeting time, and placed them properly. We all have dreams, as big as world peace and no more turmoil, as small as quiet time and family well-being. It sounds extremely gorgeous, but also as plain as water. ?As a post-90s generation who grew up drinking chicken soup for the soul in primary school - perhaps, it should be said that we were born in the 1990s now, we are used to seeing "unruly teenagers doing nothing, neglecting their studies, growing up overnight after a family accident, The plot of "the prodigal son turns back, studies diligently, and finally achieves success and reaches the pinnacle of life" has changed from a lot of emotion at the beginning to numbness and indifference now. There is a voice in the subconscious telling myself: No matter how legendary it is, it is still someone else's life. Follow me. It doesn't matter. During the U.S. presidential election some time ago, there was a popular saying on the Internet: "These two 70-year-old men are fighting so hard for a job. What reason do we have for not working hard?" After reading this, wow, that makes sense. Ah, very straightforward and sharp. That's all. There is no impact on the soul or instant fighting spirit. I just feel that the aura of those elites is innate and natural. After all, the protagonists of those inspirational stories are too far away from us, and the boring life is too close to us. ?
I originally thought that those people around me who seemed to be doing nothing had lost their dreams in the temper of reality, but they told me with their calm and firm eyes: This is not the case. When I went home for the holidays, I happened to catch a glimpse of the brand-new Church of Thanksgiving. The complete and strong cross was no longer the incomplete appearance it had been before. I remembered that the kind believer grandma had said that she would save money to repair the church. After several years, I almost forgot about this. I can't imagine how an old man can accomplish this seemingly arduous dream, but I can predict that when seeing the church today, the believer's grandma will be praying and proud at the same time. I have met girls who skipped meals and ran more than a dozen laps every night to take the art exam, and I have also seen boys who studied for postgraduate exams by themselves and ate instant noodles in a rented house. Their dreams have become armor to protect their weaknesses and cowardice. Some people would say, so what, they are still ordinary. Maybe this is true, but they will never be mediocre, because they have dreams, actions, and the courage to declare war on the world. I don’t know what the dream will look like in the end, but I like the burning light in our eyes when we work hard to realize our dreams, which is enough to illuminate all the unknown confusion and distance. Writer Wang Shuo once said: "I used to think that life would be endless and that the future would be completely different. Now, I am staying in my own future. I have not noticed any real changes in myself. My dreams are still like those of my childhood. Just as far away, the only difference is that I no longer intend to achieve it. "Maybe, but would it be better? My dream may never come true, but I refuse to give up because I am not willing to miss the self that is constantly perfecting myself to realize my dream.
Many students will say, but I have no dreams. If this is really the case, then how did you survive the dark, stressful and stressful senior year of high school? After rounds of endurance, intelligence, and hard work, it is the last moment before the world turns the corner, and it is also the last resort necessary for a desperate move. For senior high school students, every step carries the weight of dreams and they stick to their own direction. At that time, I didn’t feel nervous or so hard that I was going to collapse. I just felt that the days were passing by so fast that the scraps of paper were piling up everywhere. When I was packing up my old things during the summer vacation, I would be stunned for a few seconds. I would see the bundles of gel pen refills I had used up and the stacks of test papers I had completed. These were all completed by me. Looking back now, we were so handsome when we were fighting for our dreams, and every word we wrote was full of persistence. The figures of children who get up in the dark at three or four o'clock in the morning, and the figures who stay up until two o'clock and stay up until two o'clock, continue to stretch on the wall, getting closer to the distance we yearn for. Of course, there is also the classic scene of "the scumbag counterattacks and catches up with the top student". When I talk to my younger brothers and younger sisters, I can't help but feel excited when I see their expressions of surprise or sigh. Look, we can also be what others say. The legend, look, we also have a time to fight for our dreams.
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When I first started my freshman year, I went on stage to introduce myself. I remember a classmate said that I had a dream of becoming a teacher since I was a child. At that moment, I suddenly felt that it was great to be able to realize my dream and keep working hard for it. Haizi wrote: "From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood, and travel around the world." This has also become a simple and clear ideal for countless teenagers, but the boy who wrote it chose to listen to the whistle of the train. Ended his life. Sometimes, we don’t need too many poems. When I was in elementary school, I looked forward to picking up a maple leaf on the university campus and keeping it as a treasure. When I was in college, I yearned for having a cup of afternoon tea with my best friends and close friends after work, and chatting and laughing as usual. Sometimes, what we pursue is just a distant place where we can rest and wander, and in this distant place, dreams bloom and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. ?
? From tomorrow on, be a person with dreams, take one step at a time, don’t panic, don’t be confused, carve out what you want, and let the city you yearn for become your second hometown for the rest of your life. At least have a dream and a reason to be strong. If your heart does not have a place to rest, it will wander wherever you go. Read the book you want to read, walk the road you want to take, see the scenery you want to see, a figure, humming all the way, facing the sun all the way. After all, a young man in bright clothes and an angry horse is a maniac, and his dream is calm but there is no wind.