Hold fast to dreams, to live out the hope

By chance, in a corner to find his former wrote a small collection of poems, was very pious through that once the beautiful lines, although a little naive yet sincere, although formal romantic. Read of his own soul in the, suddenly some dare not face myself.

Come how many years, no dreams, no hope, no longer aspire after no longer, have long been accustomed to the status quo, can even be in the right and self-confident to own decadence! This is me? I used to dream? I once pursue? If those young, madness, and those who have heroic utterance, run where went? I realized, the childhood dream has already been yourself away in a corner, just like this little flower. I will even make some naive lies to deceive yourself, in order to give their assumption of decadent excuses! In ten years, I lost myself!

In the childhood, I have a when the poets dream, so for Wang Guozhen 's show special preference to light his poems, I took several large, often read these beautiful poems, will have a dream that one day my words can also like him, to be loved. However, when far away from the school, when the heavy farm work tired body and mind, I will not be in a leisurely and carefree mood to read those who love poem. Until the later married, had children, it is logical to start the housewife, lived ordinary days too observant of conventional standards. The beautiful dream, in the kitchen utensils crash of broken, have vision, once the fire, will be deeply buried.

So many years of waste in the decadent, lost in the streams of people busily coming and going, sometimes will think, if I can insist, if someone can always encourage to me, maybe my life will not be like this now, but now I finally understood that, any external interference should not be blame everyone and everything but not oneself reason, life's trials should not become a stumbling block to my dream.

Since then, I have to change their attitude towards life, challenge self-Gan mediocrity, suffering as motivation. I should now rise up, give their heart to hope, rather than in the past. Positive so-called: days will be down to the great man also, we must first suffer the mind, workers of their bones, their body skin hunger, depletion. Perhaps this is the fate of my test, why can't I take life as a wealth of my life? I remember a friend said to me: " art comes from life, and higher than life ". Yes, if did not have the experience, will not have my today's life, this point of view, is it right? I should also thank the ordeal? For this kind of experience?

People, always struggling, suffering in the choice, laughter and tears, take and give, this is life, this is fate. No matter how to change the situation, but fate has always been our own, whether it is the heart to, or have no alternative against one's will, it is your own choice, can not blame anyone. There was no savior, if you don't think beyond, you had no one to help.

Therefore, I whether one can succeed or not, the result is no longer important, I pay more attention to the road through the journey, which I will appreciate the progress every time the experience of joy, every beyond pleased, even including the hardship and disappointment, can in the rough in the perfect, the difficulty in mature, suffering is a kind of happiness.

Is one such person, no matter what, you must have a hope, you have to for their own dreams to run, even if it is just a dream, at least you're beautiful the pursuit. So I won't give up my dream, even more suffering, I want to experience, be willing to accept!

坚守梦想，活出希望

偶然的，在一个角落里找到自己昔日写的一本小诗集，很虔诚的翻阅着那曾经的美丽，诗句虽略显幼稚却不失真挚，虽拘谨也不乏浪漫。品读着自己曾经的心灵小语，突然间有些不敢面对自己了。

多少年来，不再有梦想，不再有希翼，不再向往不再追求，早就习惯了安于现状，甚至还可以对自己的颓废理直气壮！这还是我吗？我曾经的理想呢？我曾经的追求呢？那些年少时的狂妄，那些曾经的豪言壮语，都跑哪儿去了呢？我豁然明白，那个年少时的梦想早已被自己丢弃在某个角落里，就如同这本小小的诗集一样。我甚至会编一些幼稚的谎言来欺骗自己，以便给自己的自甘颓废寻找借口！这十多年来，我输给了自己！

在少年时代，我就有一个当诗人的梦想，所以对汪国真是情有独钟，光他的诗我就抄了好几大本，每每读着那些优美的诗句，就会幻想有一天自己的文字也可以像他的那样，被人喜爱。然而，当远离了学校，当繁重的农活疲惫了身心，我再也没有闲情逸致去品读那些喜爱的诗句了。直到后来结了婚，有了孩子，也就顺理成章的做起了家庭主妇，过着循规蹈矩的平凡的日子。那个绝美的梦，便在锅碗瓢勺的撞击声中破碎了，曾经的憧憬，曾经的豪情，也就被自己深深地埋葬了。

这么多年都在碌碌无为中颓废，在熙熙攘攘中迷失，有时候也会想，如果当初我可以坚持，如果有人可以一直给我鼓励，或许我的人生就不会是现在这个样子，可如今的我终于明白，任何外在的干扰都不应该成为自己怨天尤人的理由，生活中的磨难更不应该成为我追逐梦想的绊脚石。

从此，我一定要改变自己的人生态度，挑战自我的自甘平庸，把苦难当成动力。我应该从现在奋起，把自己的心交给希望，而不是过去。正所谓：天将降大任于斯人也，必先苦其心志，劳其筋骨，饿其体肤，空乏其身。也许这正是命运对我的考验，我为什么不可以把生活中的经历也看成是我人生的一种财富？记得朋友曾对我说过：“艺术来源于生活，又高于生活”。没错，如果没有曾经的经历，也不会有我今天的生活感悟，这样来看，我是不是也应该感谢这种磨难？庆幸这种经历呢？

人，总是会在矛盾中挣扎，在痛苦中抉择，有笑有泪，有取有舍，这就是人生，这就是命运。不管事态怎么改变，其实主宰命运的一直是我们自己，不管是心有所向，还是迫不得已，那都是你自己的抉择，怨不得任何人。这个世上本来就没有什么救世主，如果自己不想着超越，没人帮得了你。

因此，我不管自己能不能成功，结果已不再重要，我更注重那一路走过的路程，我会在其中领略每一次进步的喜悦，体会每一个超越的欣慰，即便是其中不乏艰难与失望，能在坎坷中完善，在困难中成熟，苦也不失是一种快乐。

人就是这样，无论什么时候，你的心里得有个念想儿，你得为自己的梦想去奔，即便是到头来真的只是个梦想，至少你美丽了整个追逐的过程。所以我不会放弃我的梦，哪怕是再多的苦难，我一样渴望体会，乐意承受！