If the dream remembers the way back

I always remember.

At that time we all said that we had to go far.

And what did we leave to measure the width of the young in the time when it was called “time to move”?

It is a dream.

One day, it will return to the ground in a green form.

At that time, I did not understand how the pale reality controlled the pulse of life, so I looked up to the world in a more straightforward way.

When I was a child, when I was asked by the teacher about "when I grow up, I want to be a thing", I will think very seriously when I repeat the problem of repeated and many times. Then I write down on the paper like "Singer" and "Scientist". "Entrepreneur" and so on are orthodox and radiant terms. Obviously, I completely forgot to consider whether it is practical. Then he proudly reached out to see what the neighbors wrote and compare each other. After a little annoyed that he was not as good at writing as others, he slammed the subject. The so-called ideal is no longer the case. So when I recalled the words written on the paper on the day after a week, the only impression in my mind was a large absurd ink stain.

Oh, naturally, I don’t know the weight of the pen. This is a sway, as if the future is within easy reach. The ink is not retreating, and the stars are not scattered.

In fact, a long time later, in addition to sighing when young is too arrogant, more, still miss those who embrace the future with romantic feelings.

Deeply remembered.

Du Mu once gave a "Sighing Flower" to a woman who loved but did not get: "I hate to find Fangfang until it is too late. I have seen it before." Nowadays, the wind is swaying and the green leaves are full of yin.

When Yanhua squandered and turned to look for you, he knew that it was late. When you first saw you, you haven’t grown up yet, and you’re like a branch of flowers. Looking back now, you are already a residual flower in the evening breeze. The green leaves are shaded and the fruit is full of branches. Unfortunately, it is not about me.

For us, can we regard this woman as our dream? Once, she was brilliantly splendid in the young age, but we did not know how to cherish it. When I recalled it remorse many years later, this dream is no longer my own.

The good news is that in the early years, there was also the goal of being a poet, and it lasted for a long time. I love the long and short verses, and I love the more tense words in the poems.

I will spend the next week's pocket money. When someone else is licking the ice cream, I will speed up and leave, secretly swallowing. Just to buy a fine book. Then write your own poems one by one. Full of joy.

I still remember that the cover of this book is very nice. The background is a large piece of quiet lavender. A girl wearing a pleated skirt is pulled up by a huge hot air balloon and laughs like a flower.

Like a girl.

I thought that my dreams could be foreseen and waited for me at the end of the long and embarrassing moment.

There are no more thorns.

Unfortunately, growth is destined to be slow and cruel. The little dream about the poet was so humble before the heavy study. The dream became "volunteer", became "university", and became a "score." We are all inseparable to chase these, and in the days and years, we have forgotten how to go to great.

Some people, some things, some feelings, some dreams, lost color, lost weight.

I heard that there was silence and dripping quietly.

Occasionally, I will be faint in the quiet evening self-study. The mathematics questions on the table can't help but frown. If someone looks up, they will definitely see the emotions on my face. But until now, no one has ever found it.

As for the collection of poems, I am lying in my bed cabinet, and I haven’t flipped it for a long time. Some beautiful, beautiful sentences are as beautiful as ever.

Xi Murong has a poem like this: "Everything that was left behind by you on the dark river can only be quietly passed down under the stars, your old night."

Dreams are like the people I cherish. Yeah, your old days last night.

A dream is a lifelong faith, it will stop, it will turn, it will quietly silence, but it is always there.

Maybe we have forgotten it in the yellowing past because of all kinds. Don't worry, it will remember the way back.

We have grown up, so we must find it back, to avoid it, to avoid it, and to avoid it.

In order to dream, we must have a hard time. remember.