first dreams

The speed and passion that life should have should be the product of dreams.

When we were young, our cravings were as simple as a blank sheet of paper. Perhaps it is just a small biscuit from a girl next door, or a bubble gum that can't be chewed. At that time, we only had three things to eat, play, and sleep. In the age when you don't understand anything, it is always easy to satisfy. So that we are always thinking about it: how good life will be if it stops at that time!

As time goes by, there is still a thirst in the heart. We are eager to grow up, longing for glory, and longing for the perfect life of the hero in the novel. Unrealistic dreams always "erode" our hearts in the night of no one. We are eager for the aura of those successful people, but we have not seen the sweat they have quietly shed. They have come all the way, stunned, confused, contemplative, failed, struggling, and it is these that have made their present day .

At the age of sixteen or seven, we are very young, but frivolous enough. We use excuses for youth to fail, always pinning our heads back, but we can't see our own blindness. In the ignorant years, we entered the high school with eagerness and expectation, and the new environment gave us new sustenance. Looking back at myself, I thought that I would see the red dust, that is, under the moonlight, I would like to read the book of sages.

The years that are ideal for the bustle are substantial. Therefore, we can't breathe under the weight of the joint exam. Parents, teachers, and almost everyone are tempted to use a grade to measure a person's good or bad. Ever since, we are exhausted, flying in dreams and reality, but always struggling. In the end, the mission was completed, but it was already shot at the starting line of the dream.

The original dream is like a firefly flashing in the dark night. Although it is subtle, it can always be there. It is far from reality. It will always go step by step. Most of us don’t believe it from the beginning. Arrived, so halfway through, abound.

And I believe that the horizon, which ruined us, also guides us. I will go one step at a time, let life sublimate in hard work, and finally come to an end.

Fourth grade: watching darts