What are the words about literary dreams

Just thinking of you makes me look up, as it were, at the moon in the sky.

--Goethe

Like many people who aspire to make something of themselves, I had a dream when I was still very young.

My dream was to become a writer in the future!

Childhood dreams most often don't turn into reality. Firstly, most dreams are vague and marginal; secondly, most people seldom take their dreams as lifetime goals and turn them into concrete plans; thirdly, people tend to be too preoccupied with their immediate lives to put in real efforts for their dreams. As the familiar motivational trainer Yasuko said, dreams can only become reality through action.

And I had a dream of being a writer. Later, I realized that writers can not be made by anyone, and even whether to become a writer in the true sense of the word, which seems to have no necessary correlation with the subjective desire, because the writer in addition to the need for a wealth of knowledge and training, but also must have a deep accumulation of life, and some of the feelings can only be generated in the special experience, including trials and tribulations, can not be forced.

Back then, I didn't understand what qualities and preparations were necessary for a writer. One day, the teacher asked us what we wanted to do in the future. Some people said to be a scientist, some said to be a pilot, some said to be a teacher, some said to be a doctor, and so on, people in those days would say so. Probably out of curiosity and out of my love for books, I also wanted to be a book writer, to be an author.

Many people said that and immediately forgot about it. I did not forget this dream, and like a seed sown in the ground, my dream has been buried deep in my heart since then and gradually grew into a sapling, which touched me.

Determining a goal and sticking to it has to do with the teachings of my inspiring teacher. On the first day I walked into the door of the elementary school, registration, Ms. Peng Mengjun saw me on crutches, asked me what my name, I said Xie Xiaoheng, she was silent for a moment, smiled at me and said, I'll give you the back of this word to change a little bit, your school name will be called Xie Xiaoheng it, from a young age, we should be aspiring to perseverance and be a man of action in the future! These words have been in my heart ever since.

Childhood was bitter for me, not only for my own physical reasons, but also for social and historical reasons. During the well-known political movement, I was decentralized to my hometown countryside together with my parents and family, which also gave me the opportunity to come into contact with the scenes of countryside life and those simple, kind-hearted peasants.

After returning to the city I had no desire to study, and spent my days in a muddle, not knowing what to do. It was at this time that fate arranged for me to meet Mr. Zhang Zhihao. It was in a language class, the students were talking to each other underneath because of the new homeroom teacher, no one was listening to him, and I was naturally no exception. Suddenly, the new teacher, Mr. Zhang, called my name and asked me to answer a question. I wasn't listening to the class at all, so how could I answer? Later he asked me, "Your physical condition is different from theirs, what can you do in the future?" This question made me blush, and I kept it in mind.

Later, it was this same teacher, Mr. Zhang, who read a few of his own diaries in class in order to raise everyone's interest in the language class, which sounded quite interesting at the time, and so we began to enjoy the language class. It was then that I developed the habit of writing in my diary, which was probably the beginning of my dream of becoming a writer. Mr. Zhang, of course, noticed our changes, not to mention that he didn't ignore me as an active writer. Whenever I wrote a composition that slightly satisfied him, he brought it to class for comments and highly appreciated and encouraged it. He also called me to his home and told me some things I had never heard of, such as Tolstoy, Lu Xun, Lao She, Ba Jin and so on, listening to my heart. He got so excited and carried away when he talked about them that he even forgot that he was supposed to go to dinner or was supposed to take a shower. At that time, he especially praised a worker writer named Xiao Yuxuan to me, said he was how obsessed with writing, how diligent pen plowing, writing drafts piled up the room, even piled up the bottom of the bed, he took out magazines containing the work of the writer to show me, my heart was born with a touch of envy and admiration, as well as some of the impulse to jump into it.

In this way, my poetry and novels, which felt good about themselves but were repeatedly rebuked by newspaper editors, came out, and there were countless letters of rejection in my personal collection. Every time I complained to Mr. Zhang, he always smiled and encouraged me: persevere, persevere, perseverance is victory! So I tried to calm myself down again, and consoled myself with the following words: My returned manuscripts haven't filled up the room and the bottom of my bed yet! I'm going to go forward, don't rush!

The difficult journey of life began when I walked into society. In order to work and make a living, there are many times I almost give up this love of literature can not see the hope: engage in what labor of literature ah, not as good as to find a girlfriend, fall in love, get married and have a child to really. I fell in love in the third year after I entered the factory, but it didn't take long for the other party to fall in love with me, the reason is that I have a disability in my legs. It's a blessing in disguise, but not a blessing in disguise. In a fit of pique, I ran to a military hospital to treat leg problems, in the hospital and a sound girl from Xinjiang to meet and fall in love, and eventually hand in hand on the red carpet of marriage, she is my wife Li Duanxiu. Originally thought that since then you can live in peace and happiness, live a kind of plain and undemanding life. But the third day of marriage I found myself playing the wrong calculations, my wife looked at my cabinet full of books, anachronistically said: "Your book is really much, read so many books, will not write a book is strange!" A sentence fanned the literary fire in my heart. Especially let me "can only move forward can not retreat" is that she is not only verbal support me, but also in action to encourage me to move forward with perseverance. Under her loving care, I put myself into my study and creation with unprecedented enthusiasm, and penetrated into the broad life with unimaginable courage, which led to the publication of my full-length novel "Again and Again Crazy" and the poetry collection "Blue Temptation", and from time to time I got back the award certificates of some large-scale literary competitions, and also this book "Manuscripts Written for the Heart", and my prose and poetry. "My prose and poetry works have been published in many newspapers and magazines, such as China Disabled People, Hunan Literature, Shenzhen Special Zone News, and have been reprinted in dozens of online literary monographs, such as China Writers' Network. Fate is cruel to me, but life gives me great love. Today, I am a member of the China Disabled Writers Association and a member of the Hunan Hengyang Writers Association, proudly and proudly among the ranks of writers and poets.

Now that I think about it, I have embraced the dream of being a writer through spring, summer, fall, and winter, and although there is not much to be praised for, it feels really good to have a dream to follow. I have always said to myself, "It's not the result that counts, but the process." Yes, in the process of this pursuit, I have y experienced unparalleled happiness and joy. It's been such a marvelous, evocative process, despite all the bumps and bruises and trials.

The reason why my dream of becoming a writer has reached this point is also related to my mentor Guo Long, my dear friends Zhou Hong and Prof. Huang Yongjian, and all the friends and kind-hearted people, including them, who have cared for, supported, helped, and encouraged me, watching me step by step and continuing to move forward one step at a time!

Because of my dream, there is no darkness in the path of my heart, only a bright moon and brilliant sunshine. I step on the light of this infinite love, live realistically and never give up, pursue, and be happy!