dream

Dream, inadvertently, wake up...

Heart, inadvertently, broken...

The beauty of the extraordinary youth disappeared like this. The sky is as bright as my 韶华, as clear as my heart, crystal clear like my soul.

In front of me, several children are playing and playing, like butterflies, hovering in the grass and dancing in the dream of youth. Oh, it’s so close, it’s so far.

My fancy years are lost. No, I don't believe it! In the youth tribe, I was desperately searching for some traces of the past, but only saw the shadow of her leaving!

The beauty of youth has faded, leaving only the ice blue memory. When the bitterness of fate, the haze of life, and the ideal setbacks flooded in, I was at a loss, confused, and the scars occupied my heart, but I could do nothing. is this real? God, why are you making such a joke with me? Why are you killing me in the shackles? Why don't you let me see this colorful world? Why don't you let me taste this colorful life? You are too cruel!

Haze, mud, pain, helplessness, as if an invisible wall blocked me from the door of success. I hope again and again, disappointment again and again; standing up again and again, falling again and again.

Tired, I am really tired, endless pain makes me bow my head, countless hardships make me bend down, I fell a little into the blood of youth.

I wanted to run aground in pain and stop setting sail. But in the middle, there is a voice calling: Get up, I am your youth, do you leave me like this?

Yes, I can't lose my ice blue youth!

Open my confused eyes and look at everything that is blurred in front of me. Stretching out his hands, propped up the heavy body, and swayed and swayed in the wind and rain. Free in the sad air, listen to the song of youth alone. My impoverished but magnificent youth, my extremely bitter but very sweet youth, gave me the most special and mundane feeling: tell me that youth is no longer there, tell me no matter how cruel the reality is, wait The sun rises tomorrow, telling me that even if the whole world is dark, it will ignite a candle-like fire of youth. In those days of depression and bitterness, youth gave me hope, and youth gave me some warmth.

After repeated failures and repeated falls, I finally saw the long-lost sunshine and Zhang Zhang’s smiling face. I, stand up again. Because I live in the world of love, I am under the care of the sun!

Now, I finally understand: How can you open a flower without tears of blood and tears; how can it be magnificent without the youth of struggle and struggle; how can there be a wonderful life without magnificent youth?

I thank God!

If it is not your cruelty, I will not know how to love!

If it is not your cold, I will not know how to be warm!

If it is not your killing, I will not know how tough!

If, not you, how can I have such a beautiful and wonderful life? !

In the distance, a touch of morning light carries the youth and ideals and crosses the horizon.

Another sunny day!

Third day: Qian Kun