Does your youth add sugar?

The dream is to eat the sugar after eating it. If you give up in the process of persistence, isn't it a white meal?

On the university campus, too many people have a dream and a bloody experience.

After graduation? How many people still persist, work hard, and run?

After 1 year of graduation, 2 years later, 3 years later?

I think it is an unknown number for most people.

We sang "He said that in the storm, this pain is not afraid of at least we still have dreams", while flickering and thinking about the plan to give up. At the beginning, I was ambitious and motivated, and slowly and slowly disappeared. It was ridiculous and normal.

I remember that in the high school, I had a theme class about Dream in my class. I hosted it.

The cliché of the plot, the drums and flowers, who passed it, whoever went to the podium to tell their dreams, some people want to be a doctor, others say that they want to be teachers, some people want to study abroad to study abroad, others say they want to march TV station, become a good host.

That's right, this is my dream.

When I was in high school, I was too persistent with this dream. I thought that I was smart, I would sell it, I would be sensible, I would talk, and I would definitely enter the TV station after graduation.

When I was in college, I was very confident at the beginning: Who am I? Student unions, broadcast stations, various recital speech contests, and which are not hand-to-hand.

I still go forward with my dreams!

Later, I learned from the teacher's mouth: It turns out that the TV station has no relationship, no background, no acquaintances are not good.

Later, I heard from my friend that the old host does not retire, and where will the new host be needed?

So that later, the Internet said: Now is the value of the rivers and lakes, handsome, can accommodate everything, look at the face of the era, no face? roll!

High school students are still not too early to conclude: graduation is just working, and school is still reading. I only heard about the homes of several small and medium-sized students.

In the national hour, the class flower of the whole class of male stars has been married as a woman, and there have been two children.

In the middle of the country, the best girl in the class who wrote the blackboard is now a kindergarten teacher in a kindergarten. She can’t remember her dream. It seems to be a doctor. However, she often sees the children in her class in the circle of friends. The words are beautiful, pure, she should have a good time!

The national hour, the child of the class, the head of the boy, the family has money and looks handsome, often lead the little in the class to play hide and seek, a call. I saw him last year. It is a security company in Beijing. I am a place for winter workers. The face lacked the arrogance of the year, more than a trace of the world, two points smooth, three vicissitudes. Chilling with each other's changes that have not been seen for many years, pushing the cup to change the shackles can not conceal the embarrassment that can not be said.

In the middle of the country, the class leader, who is very popular among the people, is currently driving for a big boss of a company and has become an excellent private driver. It is said that the weight has passed 90kg, but unfortunately the impressive value of the country!

The country's hour, silent, intellectual and temperament girl, is now a mask agent in the circle of friends every day, between the lines, the work should be done in the usual time, from time to time to release a few photos of the team dinner or boss treats I wonder if it is a match?

In high school, I think that the inspirational girl who studies hardest and walks out of the model, who is not tall but smiles, is now a real name, and she has not seen it for a few years. It’s really time and place. Get people. However, her smile is still sunny, and occasionally she can still see her comments to her classmates is still "refuel! You can!" will also have her husband and her husband's small fortunate, empty flower show, love, death, single body group.

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I dare not say too early to give up my dreams and meet the words of reality. I just hope that I can cry after every failure and then climb with tears to move on!

My friends told me: You don't understand reality at all! It is just a literary youth who does not dance, does not make a stick, has no pressure to live, and writes a piece of inspirational literature.

This is indeed the case.

However, I have not forgotten that the first year of the second semester of the second year of school, I set the original intention: to record what I think and think, treat it as a book to write, persist, and persist, I don't think it is a bad habit. In the process of writing, someone forwarded it, and someone screened it to me. Which part of the story touched him, motivated him, even as a reason for not abandoning or giving up, is this not a sense of accomplishment?

Every time, I will carefully read every comment from everyone, and I am also grateful to so many people who are willing to calm down and let go of my impetuous heart to read my article.

When I see the person who cares, I will be crazy and happy for a long time; when I see the teacher who is concerned, I will read it again. I will revisit the place where there is no wording; I saw the old friend who has not seen it for a long time, I I will be happy for the past, you still remember me; seeing the schoolmates read, I will think that the article is updated too frequently will make them feel that I am too emotional; seeing my peers read, I will be sad In the text, I am stunned and casual, and I am writing the most serious. After all, I am writing serious literature.

Listen to your classmates or younger friends and talk about their dreams. I will be very happy that everyone has not been smoothed by reality. Besides life, I still love poetry and distance. I will encourage you, stay with you, walk the way we should go, eat what we should eat, and then dress and taste the sugar of the dream together.

It took a few years to take the place I wanted to go and look at the city I wanted to go. I can’t say that I have felt deeply hostile from the big city, but I feel that my dream is out of reach. Little me, big world, complicated society, terrible people, ordinary us, extraordinary dreams.