Time flies, years rush, always want to do something to seize the fleeting youth. There have been uncertainties, there have been confusion, there have been ups and downs, there have been troughs. Good, there is a sincere heart, hot, brave, insist.
No need to hesitate when traveling forward, just go forward, do not look back, do a dreamer. The youth is short, and the splendor is easy to pass away.
Day by day, not yet carefully tasted, spring and summer have passed, Thurso autumn wind blew the autumn rain, a piece of yellow leaves floating in the air, falling on the ground. Time is precious to us, every minute and every second is a jewel that will radiate a brilliant light and illuminate your life.
In the face of the dream, you must fight every second, I have a dream, before, want to earn money desperately, in order to have the day, can be a little free time, do not ask the world of dust and dirt, only one person, backpack, hiking in the world between the mountains and rivers, Naihe, never realized.
Now, my dream is that one day, what I write will be printed on the ink-scented paper and then published. I used to joke with my father that I was just a "white boy" in the field of literature. I'm not sure if I've ever been to the same place before, but I'm sure I've never been to the same place before," he said.
Writing is a difficult and winding road, there is no shortcut on the way, the road is far away, only rely on day after day of persistence.
Some people's literary road goes very smoothly, such as dazzling new star, glittering in the night sky, some people, talent in general, general mind, day and night to insist on writing, two months did not arrive, wrote more than 650 articles, *** counted more than 1.2 million words.
In junior high school, young and frivolous, under the class, write a novel, consciously gifted and intelligent, will certainly have attainments in the literary world, but I do not know, writing can not say write, say put on the release, a lot of material, inspiration, are from the life of the attentive observation and experience.
Later, my father told me to write something spiritual, need to be refined from the reality, the real, the heart of things will move the reader. The words written from the heart will be infectious and will touch the depths of the soul, and the words that move you may bring tears to the reader's eyes.
On the road of writing, countless times I want to give up, disillusionment, confusion, uncertainty, all the way to thorns, bumps and lowlands. How many times, late at night, I commanded the thousands of horses in my head, wide-eyed, with words to fight, just to write a touching manuscript.
I groped in the darkness, and walked forward, my inner faith is the sunshine, like a lamp, guiding me to the distance, the pen in my hand is the direction, and every word written is like a hard stone, paving the way for me to go forward.
Since I chose to write this road, and then difficult to walk, the road of their choice, even if kneeling, but also to walk through!
Writing is lonely, is single, to the window of the moon, a person walking in the mountains and water, crying in the dark, how many times in the dawn to write. This difficult road, I have been walking, I secretly encourage myself, even to the point of sleep and food.
When I was a child, my father often said to me, "Read more, you will taste the sweetness later!
At that time, I was still small and did not know what it meant to grow up, nor did I know what was the use of studying. I only knew that I was happiest when I learned Tang poetry from my father every day. He taught me that a poem is a story, and that there is love and affection in a story, and that there is a kind of unspoken and inexhaustible longing that ties us together.
After that, I realized that words have another function, which is to express love and thoughts. A big part of the reason I keep writing is because I was inspired by my father. My father told me that you can express your thoughts about your deceased loved ones in words, and that human memories become more and more blurred, while words do not.
Writing gives me the ability to put down precious memories, those of loved ones who have passed away, those flashes of creativity, and the stories that linger in my mind, can all be preserved forever through writing.
Dreams, no matter how vague they are, always lurk in the back of our minds, so that we can never get peace of mind, until these dreams become a fact to stop, like a seed in the ground, must sprout and grow, out of the ground, looking for sunshine.
The seed of writing is now planted in my heart, and I need to take care of it, collect it properly, give it sunshine and rain, give it love and hope. I believe that one day it will take root in my heart with self-confidence and strength, and grow strong to meet the flowers and applause in my life.
I know that the road ahead is still long, the road is full of thorns, and there may be many unknown bumps. But who is afraid? Youth is this, to burn all the passion to meet the challenge!
May we can all dream as a horse, do not be ashamed of Shaohua! And so through the vicissitudes of life, and then return, or the young look!