Everyone should have a mountain in their heart, and perhaps the mountain they see is different just because of their state of mind. In my opinion, the mountain in my heart is so majestic, shuttling through the clouds. At the top there are my dreams, colorful. When he first appeared in my dreams, I was ecstatic because for the first time I felt the power from my dreams, which made people excited. How many times have I stood on top of him in my dreams, shouting loudly, looking down at the crowd that was climbing, trying to tell them that I had reached the top of the dream, and at the same time, I wanted to say, come, share my happiness, but let me shout as hard as I can, and no one will pay attention. Wake up laughing at your own boredom, but also self-deprecating your own powerlessness, and then, continue to share the happiness of others, but, I believe that in the near future my sharing can also make people full of power, maybe someone will ask, are you ready, I will answer: always ready, maybe someone asked, have you started? I will answer frankly: I have been on the road, and I salute the fellow travelers who have been on the road to chasing dreams!
