Don't let your dreams bury in the bedroom

The pace of time hastily, the smoke of the college entrance examination has gradually moved away from the college students of our long-term colleges. In the life of the university, most of us will step into the classroom every day, even in class for ten minutes, twenty. Minutes, half an hour before dragging my sleepy eyes, holding the bread for breakfast bought downstairs in the bedroom, slowly pushing the back door of the classroom, class time, eating breakfast, silently squatting on the table and starting again with Zhou Gong Dating.

When we were freshman, most of us would go to the supermarket with our classmates, go to the river to play, and short-term holiday classmates went to climb the mountain together. The photos taken together made everyone smile on their faces. Life is not as beautiful as it was when I was in high school, but we still say: We are very happy.

Today, sophomore, our life seems to return to the high school's three points and one line: bedroom - classroom - restaurant, because there is a takeaway, some students become two points and one line: bedroom - classroom, so that we I saved the time to walk and wait for the queue. In the bedroom, I can finally hold the computer to play games, watch videos, and eat snacks. What's more, it can't be done anymore. The radius of the activity every day is not far from the square of the bedroom.

I remember that our high school college entrance examination was struggling, and we worked hard towards our beautiful dreams. I remember that my requirements were so strict. The dreams at that time were so powerful and powerful that I was learning from morning to night. In doing the problem, memorizing memories over and over again, telling myself over and over again that I have to refuel, to realize my own wish, for more than three hundred days, every day I am fighting with myself. There are many beautiful memories, there are very warm memories, and there is a beautiful and bitter beauty. But now? What's wrong with you now, brushing Weibo every day, chatting about QQ, visiting Taobao, we are doing our own work in the age of the most struggling, then what is the significance of living alive? What are we for, what was our original ideal? Is our dream so annihilated? Do we really forget our original dream?

Everyone has a dream in their hearts, but most people have to give up their dreams because of the cruelty of reality. When life is stable, when there is time, then our life has already gone by more than half. Is there still time and energy to chase dreams? Are you willing to bury your dreams in the bedroom?

A bad life is like sleeping. When you sleep, you don't sleep. You can't afford it when you get up. If you squander and ruin before going to sleep, and change the greed and cherish between the two without getting up, the value of life will become different. Unfortunately, it can't be changed, it can't be changed. It’s not invisible, it’s not invisible, but it’s seen, and it’s hard to change. Some people struggle with change in their lives. This kind of struggle is like the uncomfortable feeling before getting up. After all, the bed is too warm. After all, the posture of the eye socket is too comfortable. Obviously, the hope of life is in the future, but the future is too far away, and the moment is too fascinating. A lot of people are mediocre, not that their eyes are not long enough, but their eyes are always in the distance, and people are always close by.

As long as you have a dream, when is the best start, start with a dream. Don't choose to fall in the age when you need to struggle. Don't let your dreams be buried in the bedroom, try to pursue your own distance and find your own direction.