fish can not be ordinary

It was a fish, an insignificant fish trying to swim across the sea. He is unremarkable, no magnificent body, no high ability, he is just an ordinary fish can not be ordinary. He originally lived in the river, life is also free, but every day, always on guard against the fisherman's arrest. Gradually, he began to dream. What could be across the ocean? Is it run-down or shiny? He was eager to see the other side of the sea. So he went into action. He kept swimming and swimming, avoiding the attack of the big fish everywhere, firmly holding his dream. In the face of the great waves, the white dust drowned him, and he kept spitting out strings of small glass beads like bubbles, releasing stress and panic. Tired of swimming, he looked up to the front, he hoped to see the river on the shore, hope to see the familiar shore of the loess, even if only a little good. But what he can see, but only the vast blue, blue thorough, but also blue silence. Occasionally an overlord such as a shark appeared, sweeping the field, and his small body and desperate running made him escape from the encircle. All he could do was watch as a wave swept other assorted fish into the shark's mouth, and finally the shark let out a long sigh, a sound so thick that it made one shudder. He could still imagine many difficulties, but he did not flinch, and he believed that he could persevere until his long-cherished dream was achieved. He thought, as long as it is because of faith, anything can be done, one day, he will be able to cross the endless sea, will be able to swim to the other shore. One day, he saw a huge shadow overhead, and in an instant, a large net came quickly. He was arrested. But after a while, he was released again. He did not understand, looked up, and suddenly, several giants were thrown down, with bright red blood, ripening a blood circle around. The giants sank slowly, tossing and turning occasionally, but to no avail. Eventually it sank in the deep sea. That's a shark, cruelly finned. Strong as they are, but this is how it ends. He sighed, his heart issued infinite emotion: on the stage of life, staged is a variety of possibilities. Even so, he thought, he might be one of the lucky few to achieve his dream. This is like the journey to the West, ninety-nine eighty-one difficult, will eventually succeed, because he walked through the long thorn road, life will return him a happy ending. Another morning, in a misty, he once again looked into the distance, is still a vast, but that blue, has emerged fresh. It's all right. It'll get there sooner or later. He thought so, and swam forward again. He knew that just as the wind would blow through thorns, so would he pass through difficulties, toward the sea, toward the dream in his heart.I like my life now. It's as clear as water. It seems that more and more do not love to talk, like a person to see the sky, want to go far away. I feel that I have lost contact with everyone, are busy, I think I want to stick to the end. The fireworks in the night filled with our time, shed ice blue tears, and then filled in the air for. I wrote my story with my heart, only to find that what I experienced was so ordinary. But I think, will when one day can have a vigorous time, I will start to miss the quiet quiet flow of life. In fact, life is always in a constant circle. And the same, is the sadness and joy. We all have a time when we don't want to be touched or mentioned, because we are constantly growing and changing. And the reason why we are sad is no more than one word. Love. Because of love, so pain, so the moment hysteria, become crazy, emotions are not controlled by our own. Or because of love, so happy, so instantly ecstatic, become excited, it seems that everything looks so beautiful. But it will pass. Because too much love, because too much love, so doomed to no result. Because this love is crazy, it is not suitable for real life. Life is calm, it is quiet. But how many people can do not be happy with things and not with their own sorrow? I can't say that I can let go of everything and nothing. After all, life still has to go on, life still has to go on. We still have to live in the eyes of the public. No matter what your state of mind or mood is, you can't change this fact. Yes. Sometimes life is too repetitive. We feel like we want to escape. But then again, no matter how far we run, we always come back. Because we're more than just us. We have too much to care about and not give up. I met a lot of friends, but unconsciously with the friends of the wrong side. Sometimes when you meet a familiar face in a crowd, you are hesitant about how to say hello, and that person has gently passed you by the wrong shoulder. The corner of the mouth just pulled up the arc at a loss, had to become a laugh at his own. It's okay. Just live well. We used to tell each other everything we'd do for each other. It's just that time is a big, rolling hand that pushes us in different directions and paths. It's not your fault. It's not my fault. Many things, big or small, are better than a brush. I am a person who likes and dislikes clearly, so I do not always have a real smile with you. I am just an ordinary person, will be uncomfortable, will have emotions, will be willful, will cry, will laugh. Even I don't mind being slightly hostile to people who target me. This is who I am. Either way, it's me.