Dream, grow up with me

Dream, grow up with me

Like the hustle and bustle of spring, the dream is so warmly opened...

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Young, ignorant of pure time. The tender dreams sprouted at that time.

Pointing at the stars in the sky, I asked my mother, "What is that?"

"star."

"Do I have a long meeting to become them?"

Touching my little head, my mother smiled. "You will understand later."

At that time, how much I dreamed of, must become them, shine, charming.

The dream of a child is gorgeous.

Time is migrating, and the buds of the dreams are also ruined.

When I went to school, I saw a kind and kind teacher and I had another wish. I think, if you are a teacher in the future, will you be very happy? A noble profession, you can swim with the children in the ocean of knowledge... So, cheerful, harder to learn.

The dream at that time was wonderful.

I never thought that when I saw the beautiful painting, the heart was as pleasant as the encounter, and it was like a companion. Capricorn with a light ink painting paper, I suddenly want to be a painter - perhaps since then, firmly hold the pen.

There are graffiti everywhere, white papers are memorized, and the arms are inlaid with sweat and tears.

The shaded green forest has been given to spring life; the golden sand beach is painted to give the summer warmth; the red maple leaf is dyed, and the autumn whispers are given... The paintings are decorated with wings, that is the dream...

The dream at this time is joy.

Those who grew up with me are those pure dreams. They are full of poetic and artistic expressions, full of clear and sincere love, exudes a touch of fragrance and solitude... The most holy source of the soul is that beautiful dreams. They grow up with me, and one day, looking back, it has weathered the storm, nourishing the rain, bathing in the sun - growing into a strong tree, carrying happiness and tears, the light of dreams will always flash in the bottom of my heart...

Dream, grow up with me.

Second day: oo 皌 foam