Dream.Fantasy_1200 words

The winter in Nanning has come so obviously and vigorously. After a heavy snowfall, everyone put on thick cotton clothes and got on their horses

Boots , wrapped himself up like Santa Claus, but without Santa Claus’s pleasant appearance.

"I wonder if Xiao Yi can still look for the moon? The answer is in snowy weather." Chen Cheng rubbed his frostbite-swollen hands, and finally looked out the window. Outside the window, it was freezing cold in winter. of coldness. There were mostly light gray heavy clouds floating in the gray sky. The moonlight cannot come in. To be precise, Chen Cheng hasn't seen the moon yet.

"Why are you so dazed while eating?" Mom looked up and found that Chen Cheng was flipping the chopsticks carelessly, his mouth was open, and no grain of food had entered. "Hurry up and do your homework after eating."

Only then did Chen Cheng realize that none of today's Olympiad questions had been touched, and the teacher would have to check it tomorrow. In the third year of junior high school, everyone devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the question-sea tactics and fought fearlessly on the front line of the high school entrance examination, day and night. Thinking of this, Chen Cheng took big mouthfuls of rice in his bowl.

"I heard that Xiao Yi has not been found yet." Mom suddenly said thoughtfully, "By the way, do you know where she is?"

< p> Li Xiaoyi ran away from home 10 days ago. When winter comes this year, she will be gone.

"Ahem, cough, cough." Because he ate too fast and his mother's question made him speechless, Chen Cheng finally sprayed the rice and sprayed it all over the table in a cool manner.

Mom rolled her eyes at Chen Cheng, "What are you doing eating so quickly? Quickly wipe it."

"Okay, okay, I'm going to do my homework." Chen Cheng felt that the dinner table was always there It is a place of right and wrong. Every time we have dinner, my mother always picks up topics that Chen Cheng is afraid of, as if she knows them in advance.

In fact, Chen Cheng really didn’t know where Li Xiaoyi was. Li Xiaoyi changed her mobile phone number, but she didn’t tell anyone. The night before she ran away from home, Chen Cheng received a message from Li Xiaoyi. ’s last text message: Chen Cheng, I’m leaving. I’m really leaving this time. I want to fulfill my dream. This kind of life is not suitable for me. I feel that everything here is pressing on me all the time. It makes me breathless, so I have to leave here. I don't know where I can go, but anywhere is better than here. Maybe one day we can meet again, maybe I was a little beggar sitting on the street that day, maybe I can become the writer of my dreams, don’t forget to say hello. I'm leaving, goodbye.

Chen Cheng did not tell them this text message from Li Xiaoyi, because telling them would only get two kinds of comments: 1. This child is really ignorant. Why should he fulfill his dream if he has nothing to do? (This is what adults think.) 2. Li Xiaoyi is so brave, but too stupid. (This is what children think.) Chen Cheng is a child, and she also has the second answer. Want it but dare not take action.

The sky in winter is always like this, sharp and high, and the faint sunshine shines down from the sky. The north wind never stopped blowing, blowing the sky clean, leaving only a monotonous blue and the flickering white sunlight.

"Students, take out your notebooks and write down these grammars." The English teacher's voice echoed in the classroom, followed by an overwhelming sound of turning books.

As soon as Chen Cheng turned it in, it was the first page - it read Li Xiaoyi's famous saying: If an idea that you like very much comes into your mind, when you fight for it, that idea is called a dream. But if you don’t work hard, it can only be called fantasy.

Then mine is just fantasy. Chen Cheng thought, "Maybe, I don't even have that idea." Chen Cheng laughed at himself. Looking at the red words on the notebook, Chen Cheng felt as if he saw a pool of blood, which was shocking.

Chen Cheng is not like Li Xiaoyi, who dares to love and hate. On the one hand, she thinks it is a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water. On the other hand, Chen Cheng really envies Li Xiaoyi. She can do it for herself The dream was shattered. She just wants to spend the years in a down-to-earth manner. Even if that is called mediocre in Li Xiaoyi's eyes.

How wonderful it was to get Li Xiaoyi’s name. He left in a carefree and relaxed mood. Her mother must have thought of this at first.

Eight years have passed in a flash.

The sword of time did not hollow out Chen Cheng's memory. Eight years later, she finally saw Li Xiaoyi again - on the screen of a certain TV station.

The subtitles at the bottom of the screen read: The most popular writer at the moment - Li Xiaoyi.

"Congratulations, Xiao Yi." Chen Cheng smiled knowingly. She really succeeded. Life has changed a thousand times, but Li Xiaoyi has not lost it. For Chen Cheng, his youth was a passing one, but it cultivated Li Xiaoyi as a writer. After going round and round, I found a job in a state-owned enterprise. Although the work was easy, my life was not fulfilling and I always felt that it was boring. It's really mediocre.

Every winter after that was colder than that one. No matter how wide he opened his eyes, Chen Cheng could not find the shadow of the moon in the gray night sky. She can't make up the moon that fills the sky with elegance like Li Xiaoyi, but she describes it so vividly that it feels like she really saw it.

In fact, my biggest encounter with her happened to verify the famous saying she wrote in her notebook. People with dreams can eventually live a fulfilling life, but people with illusions will be eroded by time.