Dream of the day

In that year, you walked away in the snow with full ambition. The landscape of your hometown and the eyes which were hard to give up were thrown behind by the fast train. You exiled yourself tragically, leaping over thousands of mountains and rivers, and knocked open the scarlet door in the unknown. Since then, many legends have been stepped under your feet, and you are also eager to become a legend. But I didn’t know that the nine Yin scriptures and sunflower treasure books were just the old gossips. Under the cold iron fist, that dream-like fantasy finally vanished. But you have no way back. Here, you sweat like rain, practice three or nine times in winter, practice three or three times in summer, and try your best to catch up for the dream that has gone away at that moment, because you understand that only the watering of sweat can make the flower of hope bloom. The years accompanied by fists and fists are plain but unforgettable. In those days accompanied by sweat and tears, how many people left with tears in despair, and how many people fell down at the vermilion gate and couldn’t stand up for a long time. And you stick to it silently. You, the person hiding in the corner, accidentally planted the seeds to blossom and bear fruit. That year you conquered all the people with your fist, and you finally stood in the ranks of the coach. You did it! That night, you knelt on your knees and thanked heaven with tears, for this glorious moment. Then, you waved your blood and continued to extend the rudeness and coldness in the sonorous and vocal years. Under The Shaolin stick and the finger of the Sword, those bloody men with chivalrous will be the dream in your heart, gather under your command. Those crazy and noisy days finally made you forget yourself and make you arrogant and rude. All the mirrors can’t see your feelings clearly. You have changed! You lost and corrupted yourself in the Halo woven by fists. However, there is always a time when you wake up as before. The sound of flute coming from the distance that night was as elegant as a burning candle, lingering in the curl, but like a complaint, making your heart quiet and silent, suddenly waking up, sighing that life was like a nightmare. When the tide receded, when the beach and Reef came out of the water again, you finally sat down quietly and found that you were still not where you wanted to go. In the summer of that year, the Sun of the martial arts school was as hot as fire, and the road was scalding. You stopped at the vermilion gate with your luggage, and never left for a long time. Everything will start again. The journey is long and the road is dangerous. And where is the dream? Where does it extend into a mirage or colorful rainbow in the distance, with the light of temptation. And you are willing to be a moth longing for light. I would rather die for my ideal. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…