Do you remember your childhood dreams? My parents are both police officers. When I was young, the movie theater near the family area had a righteous name called "Guardian Cultural Palace". Every time a new movie was released, there was a large watercolor poster at the door. The adults hugged me when I was two or three years old. Go to the movies.The ringing of the bell, the dimming of the lights, and all kinds of love, hate, and hatred on the big screen caught my attention when I was young, and I was so happy that I didn't even care to put the candied haws in my mouth.Sometimes I was not satisfied with the ending, so I made up a new story for my friends in kindergarten. The people who were still sneezing and wearing mouthkerchiefs listened carefully to my dancing vernacular.They don't have time to make trouble, but they can save the aunts in the kindergarten from worrying. For this reason, I am quite favored and highly valued.Finally one day, a boy nicknamed Captain Pig stood in the back row and said, You made a mistake, I watched that movie, and the ending is not like this!How do you make it up?I said what was the ending like!I will tell!As a result, everyone around the pacifier went to listen to his vernacular again.

No matter how young you are, you still have face!Isn't this demolished? !I hate it so much!I made up my mind: I will make up my own stories in the future. Later, when I went to school and learned to read characters, I would look for stories in a wider range.The life of a student is so ordinary and boring, but reading is like an oasis to quench your thirst.All my pocket money is used to buy and borrow books, and I also read something when I have a little time.Not to mention the masterpieces written in books and volumes, it is the calendar head issued by my mother’s unit. Every day, the date and imperial calendar are on the front, and the recipes, jokes and celebrity anecdotes are on the back. .As a result, I learned a lot of miscellaneous knowledge, and I wrote very good essays. I was often read to my classmates by the teacher as a model essay. I also published a short story in a youth magazine and received fifteen yuan in manuscript fees.When the head teacher gave me the remittance slip from the magazine, I was really proud.But this complacency didn't last for a minute, she took a test paper and said to me, let's see how well you get this virtue!I still remember how one question drove me crazy, saying how to cut a cube to get several sides.

I won't at all.I think about "The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes" every day. How can I take care of such mundane things as algebraic geometry?No matter how it was cut, I really wanted to smash that cube on the concrete floor and yell at the math teacher, I will give you some noodles if you want! ...but you have to be calm.Good composition can't replace algebra and geometry, the two devil brothers, nor can it replace English, nor can it replace politics and history.Under the pressure of test scores, extracurricular reading was a costly luxury that I couldn't afford, and like everyone else my age, I was stuck in exercise books.Anyway, when I was asked what my dream was, let alone reading idle books or making up stories, I guess I would answer, I want to sleep well.

Suddenly I was able to sleep well and found myself in my late twenties lying in my college dorm.Saturday morning, the sun is very good, the sea level is high.I studied French Language and Culture at a decent school.At this time, I don't have the pressure before the college entrance examination, and I have a lot of time to study, but I find that my interest is no longer here.What I read is always the experience of others, so it is far less cordial and interesting than the life around me.No matter how detailed a romance novel is, it can't describe the shy and sweet look of the young saleswoman in a small shop when she sees a boy with an English major; There is no such thing as a hero like the dormitory auntie who stopped the boys who visited the girls' dormitory; no matter how scary the ghost story is, I went to the toilet after turning off the lights, and found the senior sister with long black hair, talking to her on the phone Boyfriend crying so adrenaline... The observation of life and the recording of those interesting episodes in my mind made college life not boring at all, which made me quite happy.But if you ask me what my dream is at this time, I probably want to find a good job with a professional counterpart close to home.

Time is like this: when you are young, it passes very slowly, and people look forward to growing up; when you grow up, it is like adding an accelerator, and it passes quickly.The college days ended soon, and I found a good job in my hometown, living with my parents, with a stable income.At this time, like many people in this world, I can see my sixty-year-old self at a glance, calm and boring.One day I slept very late and saw the dark blue night sky outside the window. I suddenly remembered that when I was very young, I watched a movie in the "Guardian Cultural Palace". I pretended to be sleeping and lay on my father's shoulder. Deep blue night sky.At this time, I suddenly remembered my little dream at that time: I wanted to make up stories.

So, there is this one. Two translators, about their love and dreams. A few years later, it was made into a TV series. My dear readers, my dear friends, what am I babbling on about?Am I showing off my ability to tell stories at an early age?No. Am I complaining about algebra and geometry that I've always disliked?Less. Am I gossiping with you about my college life?nor. I want to tell you that no matter how far we have traveled, no matter how many circles we have circled, as long as we keep remembering our old dreams, all the time, all the experiences, all the seemingly unconnected journeys will help You achieve your dreams.

As long as you remember it.