Never shining days

Someone said this to me: "Have you heard your face crying?" I said "Well," she said, "He is crying and saying something to you, have you heard it?" "Then you What do you think it is saying?" I said, she said, "It is saying that you don't want him." I thought about it: "No, it is said that the dream of struggling for seven years is finally realized." From the age of ten At the beginning of the year, I began to embark on the road of writing. The smile on the innocent and tender face always thinks that he will become a writer. However, the dream is very beautiful, but the reality is very skinny: a piece of essay is sent out, and only the message of rejection is returned. The reality is full of prosperity. The absurdity and loneliness in the heart are covered up. I stopped thinking about writing until I couldn't take it anymore. This does not mean that I have failed, just like the West Point military school's motto: "There is no eternal failure, but only temporarily suspends success." In fact, the sky above the head is still very blue, and the haze is finally dispersed. In fact, the Bohai Sea is not far away. The shore here is connected to the shore. In fact, I hope that I am still in my heart, because I am obsessed, because I am still imagining, because I will love again.

Every day, I am experiencing the care of the sun and the baptism of the wind and rain. However, where the road is, there is no direction, no purpose, maybe in the fog, maybe in the same place. The original dream was only one of me who was trying to achieve it. How many people forgot their original intentions, forgot the vows under the Communist Youth League, singing "Old Boys", sighing and tired, and not wanting to fight again. The vacillating person eventually succumbed to vulgarity. Lovers who fall in love, in the end, are not saying that they will leave when they leave.

In the winter, under the snow, the promise of dust for many years was once again opened. The cold winter is sitting on the summer night, my life is like on paper, the wind is over the mess. Yuehua is like a dream, but he has to keep his own dreams. He once planted a peony flower in the garden. At that time, I promised that when my flowers bloom, my dream will be realized. Now, the flower blossoms have been seven. Spring and Autumn.

At the age of seventeen, I have long been uninterested in the world. In my life, I have only one day stronger ideas and confidence to cope with learning. Some people tend to yearn for love and bloody friendships, but they neglect their original intentions and eventually end up in their lives. However, some people insisted on their original intention to fight for their dreams, walked on a lonely journey, crossed the ocean, and finally realized his dream.

Friends leave one by one, dreams fail again and again, when I publish my memoirs online, when I was audited, I rekindled the flame of writing. An article was approved. I set foot on this road again. The days go by, the heart is in the distance and the people are here. When the petals fade in the most beautiful season, who will remember the story here.

People, my quiet recollection, what makes me reflect here today, those things, those things, those people, even if they miss, are not no longer. People can't live in the glory of yesterday. Only when people work hard today can they shine in tomorrow. The days I spent were not so good, but I tried not to let myself be depressed. The road I have traveled is not smooth, but I try not to let myself get lost on the road.

My story is not touching, but my story is not over. My path is not short, but my dream is in my heart, my way is at my feet.

The dream is, the meaning of life is, this is the true meaning of life.