Years of thieves.

Life is a big bang, and it may emit biological factors of different shapes, it may be the romantic Klein blue, or it may be a miscellaneous human condition. The only eternal and unchanging thing is the contradictory nature of life, which can be a generous savior or a mad collector.

It is the most powerful thief in the long years, giving people what they need, but also collecting the price they have to pay. For example, time, such as money, such as an irreparable relationship, whether the cost is material or spiritual, may lead to countless golden dreams.

Life creates dreams, and dreams come from life. I like to walk alone in the streets and alleys, forget the hustle and bustle of the crowd over and over again, and dig into the deep desires of the heart. Sometimes stop in front of the glass window of the shop, the dream is a beautiful doll; Sometimes listening to deep laughter, the dream is a family gathering; Sometimes stuck in the flow of people, the dream is a free flight. Dreams that can and cannot be fulfilled have become the best proof of knowability in the brief years when life has slowed down, and I have not looked back and stepped out of the exit of one life after another.

But dreams are lost sometimes, like a glass shoe that doesn't fit, shattered behind every exit without paying attention. Living under the cover of time has unconsciously smoothed out everyone's edges and corners, making us sigh in the face of difficult choices, and be snuffed out countless dreams by it in one breath and one breath. Many Chinese have an indelible meekness in their hearts, and we sometimes subconsciously and emotionally choose, ignoring the consequences of action. I also often forget the beauty of reason, to embrace the truth of sensibility, but at the critical moment to get the result of doing more harm than good, watching the precious dream quietly pass away. Han Yue said: "Talk can be full, and dreams can be taken for no reason." The birth of a dream may not require a reason, but the realization of the dream requires never losing the truth of the kernel, even if your opponent is a cloudy life.

I have countless golden dreams that are lost on the road of life. But loss is not terrible, it is important to forget to pick it up, to keep the inner authenticity, to face everything in life, to give it the kernel you have managed to keep, to tell it firmly: I do not make words, nor do I trade with dreams.