let the dream fly

A dark night without the moon, walking alone under the shadow of the lamp. Gradually, I heard a trace of sorrow coming from a distance. I tried to control myself not to be infected by it, but when I saw myself in the glass window, I felt so helpless and helpless. A sadness came to my heart. The short figure in the mirror was covered with pockmarks and covered with a mess. Isn’t the broken girl a self? Isn’t that the avatar of the ugly duckling?

My eyes are getting wet, I don't know if it's because of sentimentality or for the sake of being like an ugly duckling. It seems that I heard a voice from a distant place shouting, and my trade rushed back, being stunned by the beautiful scene. Meteor, yeah! It’s a meteor! I want to make a beautiful wish, but the time of the wish has quietly passed away in the strange, the meteor crossed the boundless night sky and disappeared at the end of the sky. I don't feel tears, I am afraid that this heartbreaking self-blame, broken into tears. I regret this perishable, short-lived beauty. Should my life be so smashed? Is this splendid, have I ever had it?

I was imprisoned in my own cage of inferiority and could not find the direction to go. The heart is already numb, and it hurts to be overwhelmed. Just stayed for a long time, for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, the first rays of the sun shone on my face, and I opened my eyes and took a breath of fresh air. In the mirror, stretched out. Still ordinary, I suddenly, with a sly smile, I seem to be bright in the mirror, like a butterfly with a heavy wing, full of passion and vitality. The moment I saw the meteor glimmering and illuminating the night sky suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

I opened my palm and took the golden sun. A little bit of sunshine is like a fallen leaf, beautiful flying, hovering, and then falling on my palm. Isn't my dream just like this sunshine? Just for one time, I ended up successfully. But is it really so easy to let go of dreams? No, in the process of flying dreams, it is necessary to experience hardships. This hardship is unusual, but is life not needed to be modified?

Flying the dream, just like the butterfly that cuts the wing, only believes, don't give up...