Dreams are the hobby of the night

After her graduation to find a suitable for their own big company, every day to survive, love, marriage and children, plain life style created her love to cry character, strict management laid her daily fatigue, and many workplace people, she chose casually, scold the boss's harm, thinking about the stock all day, make more money to share the pain of her husband.

The company often has a variety of social, at first, she did not like such nightlife, and then an accidental opportunity, she attended the night party, found that this way of entertainment is very suitable for urban people, here, the day's worries away, I drink and drink, she gradually learned to lie, extravagance.

Tired to death, is her long-term message on QQ, yes, as a workplace, plus a variety of social and social, make people tired, overwhelmed, once back home, too late to make out with her husband, just look at the bed lying on the clever children, they fell asleep heavily, the next day is not bright, they quickly get up to cook, eat, drive through several ring road, Walk on the starlight.

Many people get used to this kind of life, and in this kind of life, they lose themselves and find no direction.

On that day, her old father came to visit from the countryside and brought her old belongings, including several small poems she published in the county newspaper. She sat in front of her father thoughtfully, holding the old books and periodicals and falling into her childhood dream. She was very good at writing and graduated from the undergraduate course of Chinese language and Literature. The dream of childhood is thrown to the clouds, think of funny, revisit the old dream of childhood, she feels fresh.

The old father asked, "Are you still writing? I haven't seen your type for a long time, which is my envy.

Where are you free? I'm too busy to write every day. She thought her father was too busy.

Father sighed: I read a book, said that most successful people will use their spare time, cherish their childhood hobbies, along the old road of interest to go down, there will be no wrong, you said no time, I understand, you are busy every day unnecessary social, interesting? If you settle down at night, you will reap the rewards.

This is her three years, heard the most severe criticism, but also the most alternative words, she suddenly found that they really lost a lot, every day for others to live, will be devoted to the work or the company's extension of the state, slowly, wear away their own hobbies, while the golden time, no wonder her husband sometimes said he was crazy and stupid.

The second night after the father left, her husband and children fell asleep, the lights of the house, the night faded, she sorted out the items brought by her father, reviewed her ideals and vows, a diary, proving her commitment to her life, an ideal, confirming the future of iron bones, she opened the computer, wrote the first article after love and marriage, although immature, After all, it represents their own thoughts, although small, but it marks a new beginning of life.

In the busy work, on the Internet, she read a lot of celebrity biographies, their stories confirm the accuracy of her father's speech, many people in the young time are working, while insisting on their hobbies, Bill Gates once when the apprentice, but after dinner, desperately to set up a wired telephone; Zuckerberg was naughty when he was a child, did not take classes seriously, and went crazy online with a group of students at night, while others were games, he was developing software and building his own forums and websites.

A philosopher once said: Dreams are the hobby of the night. In the silence of the night, all its life is dark and starlit, but there are always some people who are not afraid of the dark, dreaming strange dreams, talking in their sleep, singing in their sleep, they will dream together in the morning light again and again, in the free and dreary darkness, planning their own dreams.

Her articles began to appear in newspaper supplements, at first occasionally, and then the wind rose, and out of control, of course, the painful breath during the period is inevitable, there are crazy rejections, there are editors are not tuneful praise and criticism, she insisted on coming over, in the cloud rolling cloud career, she did not forget her ideals and hobbies, but every night in front of the desk, Or in the moment of rest at noon in the ferocious, crazy flowering and fruit, until it becomes a huge fruit.

She has been out of a dozen books, sales are strange, the company exploded the pot, said that she is strange, incredible, they do not know: this is also the result of quantitative change to qualitative change, accumulated good persistence, so that she has already become a flower in the literary garden, she can freely control their own language and story.

After another two years, she quit and entered the city's College of Arts, where her hobby finally took off.

Each of us has his own hobbies, but most people in the insensitive work and life, reject her pure love and romance, throw her into the inconspicuous corner. Hobby is the spokesman of success, can love to the end of the person, will be able to harvest the sweet and inexhaustible human fresh fruit.