wanted 2 The third dream was a production of half-heated effort ,which I had no courage to complete and gave up easily.It vanished.The second dream was proved to be just hobby,not dream.They are things I wanted to do but when I truly have opportunities to realize it,I showed the white feather.It diminished.But how about the first dream? Does it also just a splendid and visional hallucination fabricated by a young girl to let herself intoxicated in? I say,"No". Though I majored in science in the past which truly trapped me from majoring in literature in college and I have few chances to go very far in my writing way,I still treasure that dream in the bottom of my heart and will never isolate myself from it .You may think it stubborn,but I valued it more than any other things called "hobby". Yes,writing,is things I want to rather than I wanted to,in other words,things I will never forget and be aspired to.I lead a serious attitude to it and won't play it. A heavy rain pouring outside, I truly feel something having sprinkled my life with stardusts transforming into something perplexing,especially when you treat it serious.Life won't always go down the way you want,and things you wanted to do have a potential to cast a shadow in your road and even mislead you.I'm painful about the huge fall between the reality and the dream.I try to digest it silently,feeling a deep solitude,which can't break down easily,or,which won't break down easily because I won't easily permit it to break down.The moment I stared at the falling rain,I saw a little girl looking at the rain and counting her thousands of dreams,not well aware of the risks and pain it could bring to her in her later life. But who could say it isn't fragrant? Thanks to things I wanted to do,I 'm well aware of things I still want to do,not contradict with things I'm doing.There is surely something you want to stick to deriving from things you wanted to and you just want to do it for no purpose.It may make you ambivalent.One night I wrote some words.Heart，pounding；tomorrow，casts nothing;wait,or not to wait;a thousand stars,twinkle their innocent eyes,without showing me a flicker of hope.It described a negative attitude towards future,but in fact it just showed a temporary emotion.In my heart,I may disappointed,but I won't be desperate,in that things I wanted to do have built me and things I want to do always make my satisfied and merry . 原文：http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_61322e4a01012m1g.html