The original dream

At that time, flowers blossomed, and your smile embellished our helplessness in youth and frivolous. There is a mountain, the blooming season of Malan orchid, we lie in disorder, looking at the blue sky above our heads, longing for a free world. Too many words are silent, so we learn to be silent and communicate with each other with one eye. Seventeen Eagles with broken wings lay sadly on the sunny mountain, and the gentle breeze blew their tired hearts. Looking at the glittering tears flowing from the flying Sky, who would pick up those injured footprints and pray silently every winter, making their fragile hearts surpass. Now I have already lost the light blue and clear sky above my head. In a small town in Jiangnan, sometimes I feel sad inexplicably. Some people say: we are isolated islands in the vast sea of people. I drew out my sword for fear of hurting the backbone of the world, so I chose to shrink from one corner to another for fear of hearing the noise and harsh pain of the world. But in the journey of yearning for the front again and again, I hid all the pain, with a hypocritical smile on my face, stepping on it slowly, when I was sad, only I tighten in the corner and keep crying. But when I packed up everything and prepared to go on the road happily, the harsh sound of the world broke my wound again and again. Question: Are people destined to seek liberation in pain and sorrow and trace of happiness in their whole life? Buddha said: If the heart is like a bright mirror, where is the dust dyed. And in this world, who can surpass the secular world and emerge into an immortal. Thousands of worlds, all living beings. We are just ordinary grains of sand. What’s the joy of life and what’s the pain of death. What is rare is that don’t lose your way in the ups and downs again and again, and you can find your own position. I felt at ease and longed for myself to be an Eagle, soaring in that blue and getting rid of all fetters. But these can never be realized. It’s just a dream, a desire, and a search for some relief after being injured in reality again and again. Will you see each other’s shadows in a street or a supermarket tomorrow. Shaking in the crowd, the seventeen eagles that once broke their wings ran away from each other in the boundless blood-stained earth again and again. I can’t find the shadow of flying, how many of them have been submerged in the deep valley, 17 Eagles, 17 young people who don’t understand the world, made mistakes in the young and frivolous, and broke the wings to fly, it is God’s least punishment for them. What we can do has been done in the name of love by those who love us the most. What can young you and me do? Meet those familiar things that cannot be familiar on the desert islands. But at a loss, we were defeated in this way. If you are an eagle, you have to accept the test of life and death from the sky to the valley again and again, so that you can develop the wings of the blue sky. If you are a steed, you have to turn up in the fall of running again and again to practice the good foal galloping on the battlefield. Goshawls, steeds and animals still seek free space in sufferings to show their own elegant demeanour. Friends, and what about us? How many people’s dreams have been broken by those in the name of love, breaking their wings and softening their muscles and bones. And we also learned to sit still and die. Can’t you fall down in the storm again and again? Are you just waiting for others to send you leftovers? Those who love us most will also end in prosperity on the train of time forever. There is a long way to go, how can you go on? Please give us free space and wings to fly. And we also need to look for the free space belonging to us, those lost dreams, and set up sails to sail far away! Only with dreams can we have a future.

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