I still clearly remember when the hearts of a wonderful dream .But with age ,I gradually discovered that dream on that bumpy road ,too many stumbling blocks became my reason halfway ,dreams become fragmented ,I was a dreamer loser.When the sun rises,I stood quietly ,looking at the first rays of the morning sun ,a lot of times to ask yourself:That distant dream for yourself ,you insist on it?Question again ,the heart flutter once blushed once.Night ,alone,looking up at the sky ,since ancient times ,how many people insist on his own dreams,success ; how many people were in the Dream on the road trip ,did not stand up ; how many people do not dream of wandering in the starting line before ,low self-esteem .I'm dreaming of reflection senses :Life is a protracted war,the difference between winners and losers of many ,or more often than not the brightest minds opportunities ,but many successful insisted moment sometimes a year,sometimes a day ,and sometimes ,just over crowing .From Revival final Goujian dominate the world ,but to dream the way deaf Beethoven throat strangling fate ,their success is because they do not go a step further than others ,no matter how you go a step further I'm sure the teacher inculcate :Life only come out beautiful ,did not wait out brilliant.As long as the action will be fruitful ; if we continue,there will be a miracle.I dream of a new starting line from starting ,rushed their own patch glory.
零碎的回忆123
