Dream as A Horse

It is only because of it that I am able to forge ahead every day and night, and it is only because of it that I allow myself to be mediocre. Although I have never caught its tail, I can clearly feel its fragrance. Even if there is no longer that continent in my territory. Or just pick up that old dream covered in stars and moon, and you can feel the throbbing it brings to life.

How many times have you woken up in the middle of the night, until the sweat soaked the bedding; how much contempt have you felt, how much cynicism have you seen? That's why I burst into tears, it's really too much. Maybe it's because I care too much about other people's eyes that I'm so tired of living. I am like a shriveled seed that wants to sprout but can't stand the stone above my head. Fairness is out of reach for me, after all every seed wants to sprout.

The twilight is not dry, with the breeze blowing the earth, but I still can't reach it, I am still buried deep under the soil. As a child, I planted a dream. But it was finally forced by various reasons, until today, more than ten years later, still no buds have emerged. Since I was a child, I have been labeled as a poor student. I stayed in primary school for two consecutive grades, and junior high school always played a dispensable role. I finally got into high school, but I was the last few in the whole grade, so I was the one who accompanied me the most. Clouds passing quietly outside the window.

Disappointed, took all the sadness and unwillingness, and went to Beijing alone. The neon in other places is mournful, making the night darker. Sitting alone on the subway, he walked through station after station, leaning against the window, watching the flying advertisements. It wasn't until I reached the terminal that I was willing to leave. I walked around a corner and saw a beggar curled up in the corner. When I groped all over my pocket, I realized that I had given all the change on my body to the disabled girl who was singing in the car. I sighed and walked out of the station with a helpless back.

Only then did I realize that my sufferings were insignificant to them. I don't know how many days and nights the beggar can survive in the bleak winter, and I don't know what the future holds for the disabled little girl. But I am fortunate that I can help them in the most difficult time.

Lying by the window, watching the street is full of traffic, vehicles lined up in a long queue, and the lights made the whole road transparent, stretching all the way to the distance. I finally realized that if I want to reach the distance, I must turn my dream into a bright moon that illuminates the road.

Planting a dream, although there are more disappointments, but never give up. After all, what is given up easily is not a dream, and what is easily realized is not an ideal.

With the harvest, I went back to my hometown to go to high school. I try to make my day more meaningful and try to live the life I want. It is no longer about spending the rest of your youth in a hurry. Honestly speaking, I have learned a lot of truth. What is right for others may not be right for you. Don't just look at others, you are also a unique landscape.

I stay in the barren years, waiting quietly. Waiting for the dream to bloom, let the petals pave a road leading to the distance, when life does not need to be decorated with words, when you are unwilling to be buried by all beings, I firmly believe that everyone will become a master in life.

"I don't think about whether there is a cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal is the horizon, the only thing left in the world can only be the back, for the dream, through trials and tribulations."