It's just that it suddenly sparked my thinking about the future. Is it to strive to be a person who provides quality service or to be a person who can enjoy quality service? Do you want to stick to your dreams, or surrender to reality?
A happy ending, a twisted story, a bizarre plot, handsome men and beautiful women and cute children, it's really old-fashioned. After reading it, I really feel that a story is a story, a fairy tale is a fairy tale, and reality is reality after all. But Cinderella also has the right to dream. It is a beautiful vision and a beautiful imagination. Maybe one day I can write such a story of a sparrow becoming a phoenix, because many things can only be placed in imagination, It's hard to imagine how the princess and the prince will react when they are faced with chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. I think of the story of "Sadness" and the story of "A Doll's House". For me, I think, it's flat life is real, and real is powerful.
I don't think I'm an idealist or a kid who lives in a fairy tale and never wants to grow up, I think I'm a real person, my every day is that reality, from the day I opened my eyes Up to now, every day has been so real. I have never dreamed illusory dreams. I have come step by step, and I have seen many dazzling lights around me, which makes me envious and jealous. Losing myself, and then gradually finding myself, I want a little bit of light that can illuminate the people around me instead of being illuminated by others. Well, I want to be a radiant person, even a little radiance is enough~~~
My future, what will it look like? I don't know, and I don't want to know. If I know, is that still called the future? Looking at the clean blue sky and white clouds outside the window that day, I thought of that lovely child, found the text she wrote 4 years ago, and looked through her sporadic text in the past 4 years, I found that I still understood some of her words. The text is always so fresh, I remembered that she told me 4 years ago that many do not need to meet again, but will always be missed. It's better to miss seeing each other, probably that's what it means. I know she will always look at the blue sky and smile. I know she can't make her little rocket or play the script she likes, but who knows what the future will be like? Well, always miss, always miss, I think that's it. Accidental collision, wipe out a beautiful spark, and then bloom. Blooming like a flower is what she has always given me, she will always give me strength, no matter how far apart we are or how long we haven't been in contact, um, no need to contact, I remember "The First Dream".
The future, the future, what choices should I make, there is no so-called good or bad, only happiness and unhappiness. I am willing to endure happiness, and more willing to endure sadness. Happiness, anger, sadness and joy are reasonable emotions, but I don't know when they are distorted, so they always go to extremes. Well, I began to learn to endure, with a calm, indifferent and enthusiastic heart, a pair of sharp cold eyes, and quietly feeling and hugging, life is so simple and happy.
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