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Dream and want

I thought of dream and freedom in July of 2004, which suffered many blows. For a long time, I always thought that what I longed for was just freedom, just a leisurely and loose day with my own hobbies. However, under the circumstance that the wrong filling of the volunteer form led to no chance with the undergraduate course, I felt the intense emptiness and helplessness after my dream was shattered. Finally, I understand that the so-called freedom is the relaxation and carefree after the dream is realized. Without dreams, no matter how long freedom is, it cannot make you happy. Just like a beggar on the roadside, at the corner of the street and at the end of the world, even if he is free all his life, who can say that he is full of interest? So I remembered the dream about Shanghai and the countless days when I wrote the names of those universities on the papyrus. I think of seeing Guo Jingming write about the prosperity of Shanghai in the past, seeing saliva waving in my mouth, thinking of Han Han’s publicity in Shanghai, thinking of those budding children from Shanghai, thinking of my dream about writing, do I still have the power to go to Northwest University again to sing the wish of making the world prosperous and gorgeous? Finally I came up with the connection between dream and freedom. I have been asking myself these days, are you brave enough and durable enough to hold on? I always look blank every time. Facing my friend bin, I need to be attached like a morning glory. I am always used to treating myself as a child who needs to be taken care of by others to avoid any difficulties that may occur. When I watched TV that day, I heard a few inspiring advertising words: in fact, the so-called dream-chasing is to ignite the fire for the 101th time after experiencing 100 times of despair. Let the faith persist, dream, always realization. I can. There are too many reasons pushing me into the era of continuing fighting. Shanghai, which I desire for, seems to be fresh and bright in a flash. I feel that I am just like the warrior Si Si in Zhou Jianing’s works, bravely enough to take up arms again to kill and drive away the thorns blocking my way. Then, in June of May, what kind of flowers will bloom fiercely?! Second, I don’t know what I should do to spend the summer of this year. In other words, I am always too lazy to think about such questions and just keep my mind blank at home. Since the end of June 8, my summer has begun, and I have never made any plans for it, and I have never thought about the state I should have, everything happened without order. I began to feel tired of many things, even including music and words. Pu Shu’s cleanness and Han Han’s humor are not so attractive any more. I put them in one corner of the desk quietly, and then watched them covered by dust quietly. In the past, I always hoped that I could live a very artistic life, but now, I hope nothing can disturb me. Even the repeater I borrowed with great interest, I never touched it after I brought it. Like the July “Bud” I bought, the magazine that must read every issue is almost August now, but I haven’t even read an article. I don’t know how I become like this now. Where is the child who secretly watched “Chang’an chaos” and listened to “giving birth to summer flowers” in his memory in class? Why do you have to take great interest when it is not suitable to do, but give up easily when it is time to do it? There is an empty passion but it is always suppressed by life, or under the free life, it loses the enthusiasm of the past. Which on Earth is the more real me? Bin called that day. He said he would not come back again and asked if I could go to Xi’an to find him. After I promised, I couldn’t give a definite day. At first, he said he would go before he volunteered to fill in the report, but now he was about to get the notice, but he still stayed at home. I don’t know what has tied myself up. Aren’t I the one who always regards friendship as extremely important? Aren’t you always longing for the warmth of close relatives among friends? I want to find out what the problem is. I even filled in the volunteer form on the 25th in a muddle. The major of English is not what I am interested in either. It’s just a good study. For a long time, I just slept, woke up and washed my face, and then went to eat fried rice with eggs cooked by my mother. I never thought about any change. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with such a day. I don’t want anything, it’s just a cycle of action. Maybe the previous life was too depressing. I needed a transitional period before entering another life. In this transitional period, nothing is no longer so important, and I don’t want to take care of a lot of things such as hobbies, friends, prospects and so on. A completely relaxed, simple to idle life.

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When he said to put it down, he never put it down; When he said to forget, he thought of it again. My heart is like Lotus, and all of them are extremely dusty. How can I know sadness? Gu Ying lingers. In the cold wind, I look forward to that wisp of spring. Hope, imagine, flowers bloom like smiles, and you are as bright as morning glow. Every time I place myself in a lonely place and leave my soul out of the vulgar world, where the green is overflowing and the insects are roaring like waves. In this way, the soul is often exiled, accompanied by a single leaf boat. In the river of time, a net of nets is scattered down, hoping for glittering harvest. See and see, are there, with me, grow together. I just couldn’t find it, but I didn’t lose it. It was still in the deep of the waves, like smoke. It is growing into green weeds, turning into colorful clouds on the horizon. That is the tree of time. It carries too much history and emotion, and is full of secrets like stars, sun and moon among the luxuriant leaves. That is the most precious gift time gives us, but it pretends to be nothing, laughing and watching us struggling to find. In the bustling atmosphere, pay attention to the loneliness and loneliness, which are still waiting silently when you are most helpless, giving you warmth and expectation, touching your cold heart will bring you back your uncertain confidence. It is equally important, compared with happiness. In our hearts, although we are unwilling to face it sometimes, we don’t have the courage to admit it. Their value lies in becoming the ladder of your growth and the wings of flying in silence. The unexpected and neglected things in the daytime breed in the darkness and spread endlessly. It seems strange, just like the afterlife, but it belongs to me. It is the truth that I cannot give up. There is another life and another beginning for me. The season of May, the purple dream, the beauty encountered. When the passion is no longer there, the shadow is still wandering, silent and touching the soul. Facing life, in addition to gratitude, it is gratitude. Every moment, there are surprises and beauty, just like this moment. Sometimes I wonder why lilac is left in my heart-moving memory without the charm of peach blossom, the beauty of pear flower, the fragrance of gardenia and the beauty of peony, why is it lingering? Looking around, there are many people who love me as deeply as I do, maybe they are light and far away, maybe they are the characters like dreams. How many people are crazy about it, or is this happiness? I have never seen happiness, maybe we are always together, maybe we have never been here. Maybe it passed by, maybe it was not far ahead. Perhaps, the name called happiness has been forgotten by sadness. Beyond reach, the pureness is getting farther and farther. It was me who once felt inferior and smiled at me when I saw you so noble. I still have time and mood to show these fountain-like thoughts in an imperfect and colorful way. Every unbearable waiting, I finally set off shyly. In the crossstream of material desires, you can still be laughed at by others for simplicity. I will shed tears and be moved. My forehead has a fever, my heart beats faster, and I wait foolishly, which is a miracle that never happened. Pushing open the door of the soul, lost in the simple world, a green leaf, a drop of dew, are so meaningful. The vicissitudes of life and mottled face, the hands with strong muscles and veins, and the fresh leaves grew out of the longing, shining the same light as before. You have left, far away from thousands of mountains and rivers. Still in my heart, holding you to become cold and warm. The vision has never been shattered. Those fragments flying in the wind are bright and colorful, and they are evying, even if no one can understand them. A smooth song flows in my heart bit by bit. In front of the world, we can be calm and no longer panic. The music finally rang and the light began to flicker. I found happily that this time, I was not the audience. It is not that I break into your world, nor that you enter into my eyes, but that you are not in my heart, but become my surprise. It was you who passed by me, and I was still ignorant and hopeless to look for it in the path full of weeds. In the pouring rain, I stood under the eaves of dripping water. There is something to keep warm during the snowstorm. After the fate is besieged and intercepted, it still needs to be completed. After the terrifying waves, I felt lucky that my soul was uncertain.

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