Life and dreams take off

We must have the simplest life and the most distant dreams, even if tomorrow is cold and the road is far away. --Caption

I am not a talented martial artist, in the vast sea of people, even a little mediocre, but my life is not scrawled poetry, this time I want to rewrite the course.

The road of life is too far away, and it is inevitable that people will be slightly confused. Along the way, only with the dream, so that you will not be too arc single, you can go to the far side of your heart. Sometimes I always ask myself, what is the meaning of life? Is it suffering all the way down but not half a point of gain? Is it the belief that persists in the moment when it collapses in an instant? Even so, secretly say, "You still have dreams." Dreams are the pillar of the edifice of life, and the meaning of life is to realize dreams.

The three years of junior high school are fleeting, and it seems that the last semester, the last five months, the last one hundred and fifty days, and it must also be a stage of hardship. Before this stage begins, we may as well ask ourselves, "What is my dream?" What am I suffering for in the end? "Life without dreams is always incomplete, there is a goal to have motivation, there is struggle to have youth."

Countless nights of silence, I sat in the orange light. One test paper after another was spread out on the table, and the milk in his hand was still a little hot. I turned my head and looked out the window, wondering if there were a few people in the lights of these ten thousand homes who were like me crouching in front of the window for their dreams and surrounded by a sea of books, doing one mathematical problem after another that made people rack their brains, carrying the ancient poems and poems that made them bored, and whether they were working hard for the middle school entrance examination like me... I came back to my senses, the milk in my hand had cooled, I took a few sips and continued my struggle.

Under the scorching sun, we ran lap after lap on the crimson plastic track, just like that, running at the end of the line, silently thinking that the number of laps was constantly increasing, and victory was far away. Even if you are sweating profusely at the moment of stopping, you can whistle and be happy: "I am one step closer to my dream."

Countless times I passed by the gates of the target high school, and I knew that it was the place of my dreams, the far side that I had to reach day and night. Even if it is very tired and painful, at least in every day's dream is very fulfilling, and the pain of each step is to pave the way for one's own life, so that the road is constantly extended and extended.

When the fog cleared and the sky was bright, I saw the lighthouse in the distance, running in the long time, fading green, and I would eventually become the protagonist of my story.