Write a composition of about 200 words on the topic of listening to X telling stories.

When I was a child, I liked to lie in my mother's arms and listen to her singing nursery rhymes and telling stories. Mom's stories all have one thing in common: they all happen in the distance, without exception. "Where is the distance?" I asked in a childish voice, but my mother didn't tell me. She said I'll know when I grow up. So, I nodded in ignorance. From then on, I have a hazy yearning for the distance, hoping to grow up quickly. To pursue your own distance.

Later, I went to school, and in the fairy tale world, I vaguely saw the traces of my mother's "distant" story. It is a magical country: there are blue seas and towering mountains; There are beautiful Snow White and Cinderella dancing in crystal shoes. There are Alibaba and the forty thieves, and there are two generations of love between god and man; There were beautiful white swans and lovely ugly ducklings ... At that time, I seemed to have a deeper understanding of distance, and distance was magical. Since then, I have sprouted a dream: to go far away.

Later, I read more books and had a deeper feeling of distance. In my mind, distance means magic, freedom, obscurity and dreams, which can only be found in the distance. Therefore, I study hard, for the beautiful foreign dreams, for the sacred distance. In repeated successes and failures, I became mature, and in repeated confusion and wandering, I became stronger and stronger. In the course of life again and again, my dream seems out of reach, but I am not discouraged at all. I firmly believe that as long as I still have this dream, I will paddle by myself and paddle to my distant place. I once dreamed that I was carrying an empty bag to pursue the distance. How many times have I woken up from a dream, I found my heart very depressed, I found my heart very lonely, and somehow, I felt the air was cold and wet, with my heart.

So, I enriched my wet heart with knowledge and let the book wash away my dry heart.

From then on, I no longer fantasize, I study harder and actively participate in various activities, because I am no longer ignorant, because I have found my dream, because I have set foot on a distant place.

I gradually understand why my mother didn't answer me "where is the distance?" This is not just a geographical concept. Geographical distance is easy to reach, but psychological distance is endless. When a distance is reached, a new distance will appear and spread. Therefore, I still look forward to, still struggle, still have dreams, because there is a distance with dreams. ...