The beginning of the dream

At this moment, the long hair is hanging shoulders, the eyes are blurred, and the breeze sweeps the loneliness of the night from my ears. It is the year of the water that alternates with the time, and the bright moon that is not drunk and half-awake can not be returned.

In the memory of the years, the desolate and vicissitudes that should not have been in my heart have been engraved into a long time... Lifting the pen, on the verge of not touching. The sorrow of the thoughts and the gloom of the fire in the night, constantly entangled in obsession as a obsession...

Yesterday said: Dreams and reality are always shattered over and over again in an instant. When the tears were spinning, I forgot the original dream. I remember that summer I outlined the wish that the school had placed in my left ear. It was a brand new dream that illumined the darkness of yesterday, and the breeze and the moon-like waters, all poured into the blue dream. Yesterday, I was entangled in the border of the blue ocean, pursuing my fascination thousands of miles away. The wish in the fairy tale of Melbourne has given me a warm navigation... When I can't support my waist, I handed a string of faith to me. At sunset, I am going to take the medieval white seagull, in the enchanting sunset, in the moss and the toes, in the saxophone music on both sides of the street... just like time, whispering without a trace .

Yesterday, I smiled a little: Even though I am so gorgeous, the pitching has passed... Please take away the dream that I left for you to soar in the blue sky. Yesterday may be wonderful, as long as an angel says that there is no wing to prove that he can fly...

Accompanied by the old man of time, he was only obsessed with oneself. At the same time, it also means that I don’t admit that I’m not happy.

Speaking of unwillingness, talk about regrets. In the footprints left by the old man of time, in the single cycle of dreams and dreams, in the intertwined and apart from each other, the interpretations are repeated. Only too many backs are too rushed to leave only regrets and sadness. In the past, in the youthful years, in the arms of the sunset, we can see the too many scenery, but have never dared to star in their own beauty. A sneak peek at the youthful trajectory of the bicycle. Looking at the confusion of those bad students and good students, I missed the sun when I was unaware of the painless time. Whose youth does not leave regret? Only regret that the youth is more beautiful and moving.

So we saw the old man with the time back yesterday: yesterday and tomorrow will be a concerto for our young. Regardless of whether it was a joy or a sadness in the past, I made a promise with me. My grandfather’s children let us hold hands. If you have missed the sun and the moon, please cherish the stars. I will see them in the wishes of the stars. You smile and wait for you...

When the youth years are unconscious, the sea is willing to carry the dreams and beliefs to grasp the brightest touch of the world, and when we rise to the most beautiful sunrise, we will take the Venus on the road...

Sun Wen, a small sixth grader in Haishu District, Ningbo, Zhejiang, China: Lu Yizhen