Inspirational article: Fight for your dreams

As a streak of light streaked across the sky and the last star fell, the edge of the city began to glow a cold bluish light. This is the beginning of our day.

The shrill alarm clock wakes up a strange nightmare. Tired body with a dream to go to the platform again through countless times, set foot on a new journey.

I don't know how many college students like me lurk in this city. They seem to have their own shadows when they rush to work every morning. Probably worried about being late for work today. They work hard, busy also seems not happy, and strive for their own dreams, strong life in the interlayer of society. Each write full of confusion and loss of face seems to be working all the time in staging a bitter history, they smiled inwardly we are being under tremendous pressure, they bear hardships and stand hard work, every month can only receive a small fold can only pay to solve the problem of food and clothing, their dreams are compressed beyond recognition, they dared to accept the challenge because always have the most simple faith in their hearts.

A person in this city struggle, more than a year has passed, I found myself honed a lot of strong. Struggle for us is a necessary process, is the ideal to achieve the difficult transition. Because there is a dream to choose to fight for the dream, so I can only tell myself that since the choice, will be trials and hardships.

I have been living in my apartment for more than a year, with all my belongings and possessions in a small space. Sometimes I just think of him as a place to sleep -- a company offering rent-for-hire beds, simple luggage ready to accompany me on the road, because I don't know when this wandering life will end. Sometimes I would like to rent their own temporary home, although simple, but at least is a place of peace of mind! It is spring time, the street scene outside the window is busy, tall buildings stand up, suddenly found that the city is very close to us, the city life is so far away from us.

Love sometimes becomes a drag on our lives. Instead of bringing comfort and happiness to our lives, it becomes an even greater burden.

Young life in the bustling city to find their own dream. They also look forward to the beauty of love, hard struggle in the years, survival can not be guaranteed, what to talk about feelings, love is a luxury for them, like every morning to sleep late every week to take a day off as difficult to achieve. The ear-piercing alarm in the morning will remind you that the busy day has begun again, and the RMB in your pocket will remind you that you have little left to live this month. Therefore, love has been longing for but dare not touch. For their feelings, also can only hold a person to eat full family not hungry mentality, still free to live a single gens. Love will come when it comes.

Street entwine is together that paragraph of feeling, the life ideal that the dream still struggles, hide in the dream that buy a house in humble abode, the heavy burden of life is pressed in shoulder every moment never put down. Our life is like this, has been trying to find a foothold of their own, but found so difficult bumpy. In the eyes of parents and relatives, it is a glorious thing to work in the big city, but the developed city, superior life, high consumption of entertainment, how much of it really belongs to their own, even that small room is the temporary shelter rented by the company.

Dream and reality, how should we grasp the balance, the dream has been compressed in front of the reality of the original form, youth also with the passage of time gradually go gradually away. Some people say that youth is the capital, confusion is the norm. Yes, for myself, I am the end of the post-80s, I am still young, my youth is still in, my ideal is still clear. Sometimes confused like a lost child, standing at the intersection only to see pedestrians in a hurry, but do not know where to go.

The corner of youth, a dazzling scar, a record of life running track. Under the thick eyelashes hidden a pair of deep and deep eyes, in the dark night sky under the release of the true self. The cruelty of the reality, the persistence of the dream, how many young lives in the darkness of the wandering suffering, and at the moment how many strong heart and I tremble together. Living in a room without sunlight is gloomy, regardless of day and night space, here has become their temporary foothold, messy put simple necessities, the sun shines warm, but can not give a little warmth of life.

Nowhere to put the youth, unable to let go of the dream, standing on the edge of the city, looking back through the road. All the way hard, all the way wandering, from one city to another, from one place to another, always with the dream that has not given up, persistent all the way forward. Perhaps, many years from now, when I look back on my life, I will be grateful for such an unusual experience. It was such an experience that made me know what it is to be strong.