Your dream, measured by time

The wind in December is mixed with a trace of snow, which is especially cold and cold. Cold, bleak, and cold, these are synonymous with this season. However, we always have more than one way to fight him. He is cold, I will choose to air-drink tea in the room; he is bleak, I will choose to hide in the bed and play games; he is long, I just can chase a long Korean drama...

You seem to have forgotten what is a dream. I don't know when you are, and you are not worthy of your original ambition. Your well-being escape class is also packaged as "pursuing a bleak life". Even if you are dropped out of school, you also perform as "Along the Age of Jobs". You are also advertised as "Keeping your childhood." "Dream", you live up to your dreams, but also take your feelings to be a blind man.

You forgot that "the goal is to work hard and use time to measure your dreams." This is actually a gift, and this talent is born with you, and you are no exception.

One morning, you are hiding in the bed and lazily taking the mobile phone to brush someone else's "Good Morning", watching others in Weibo in the circle of friends basking in the sunrise they saw in this cold and frozen December, see Going to the early birds, watching them meet the dawn of the dawn, have a hot breakfast, take a few books to the library to fight or go to the playground, you guess they should be for the postgraduate exam for the fourth or sixth grade in order to lose weight or for health . You suddenly feel so sad, you feel four or six, postgraduate, weight loss and health, you need these, and you have nothing now, even more sad, you have not thought about when you have to have these or say How long will it take you to finish him...

You put down your mobile phone and turned over. The original winter sun was so bright through the frosted branches. It turned out that even if the cold library still couldn't find the vacancy, there were still people running on the playground. Their dreams were not afraid of the cold. The heat, it turns out that their efforts are not divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter...

When I was a child, my father and mother asked what your dreams were. You always vowed to say scientists, superhumans, protect the earth... grow up, you said that your dream is to be a doctor when the actor is a flying house, and grow up a little, you say you Just want to earn more money or say that you want to marry a rich second generation, and then go back, no one will ask your dreams again. We don’t mention the words about dreams, maybe we face this pressure. The reality you really don't know what you should do, or you just think about it and you feel too far away from you. Now I always say, "Dream is something to have, if you have a ghost," but you don't try to spend time with ghosts to find you in so many people.

Your dreams will be measured by time! The longer you grow up, the more you understand, the harder you work, the luckier you are! We walked through the spring green, the passion of summer, the sadness of autumn, the coldness of winter, we went from babbling to toddler and then to running. We have had so many dreams in so many years, but the dream is also a sentimental The thing, he is the person who needs to end up, the person who insists on the dream, the dream will be kind to him!