谁搁浅了谁的梦封城的梦

作者:李安潇人气:682更新:2021-07-15 11:30:08

当我们老了,我们是否还记得那些年在风雨中共同行走的足迹 。岁月蹉跎 ,一切只留下风雨过后的痕迹。似乎这个舞台不是为我们设计,我们只是在这个舞台上走个过场。或许我们都曾想过挥洒自己的梦想,走着走着似乎发现了什么 ,发现我们一直追逐的东西 。在不经意间已经弄丢了。 青春这杯浓郁的酒,让我们在享受中迷醉了生活,生活这个简单的活动 ,让我们在生活中丢失了方向。我们曾经一起激扬进取 ,用满腔热血踏入社会,在社会中求发展 。可是社会给我们泼了冷水,它只想告诉我们金钱是这个社会的主动力 ,情感或许也是为金钱服务的 。冷漠变为了主旋律,酒杯才是生活的节奏,追梦也不知何时被搁浅 ,生活变成了求生存。性情刚烈的我们又怎么容得下社会这样无情的打磨,我们愤怒,我们抱怨 ,抱怨社会不公,却忘了我们都在同一个社会。不情愿的我们渐渐的被打磨的圆滑起来,学会了趋炎附势 ,学会了附庸风雅,学会了低头浅笑 。曾经那股想冲上云霄的力量早已不复存在。 是现实太过于残忍还是我们太过于无能,每天在嘈杂的城市中手足无措 ,在喧嚣的夜里摇晃着酒杯。终于一切都静了下来 ,自己也迷糊不清的时候,迷离的眼神中总是透露出一种无奈,总想再找回自己的梦 ,却发现已经力不从心 。曾经一起谈人生谈理想的那些伴,再一次相聚已不再是自己未来如何。总是强装着自己过得很好,身怕其他人丟弃他 ,其实我们都过得都不好,又何必太过于牵强。 世界纷扰,想找一个地方静静 ,看着同一片天空,有着不同的想法 。其实我们并不是必不可少的人,社会或许因为我们少了一些故事 ,然而我们不是主角。那些展翅高飞的鸟儿,飞的太高飞不出天空,飞的太远终要落在指头。苦苦寻梦的我们啊 ,走着走着却不知自己该向何方 ,有的停下了想回到原点,然后已找不到回去的路 。就这样在迷茫的道路上走着,不知道做什么。只知道活着就好 ,也不知道谁搁浅了谁的梦。只知道梦终究是梦,谁也没有欺骗谁,那只是儿时在未知的天空下 ,玩的一个追逐游戏罢了,如今游戏结束了,没有输赢 。只有缅怀……

英译版本:

When we are old, we still remember the footprints walking together in the same year. Years, everything only leaves traces after the wind and rain. It seems that this stage is not designed for us, we just took a full range on this stage. Perhaps we have thought about waving their dreams, walking, seeing what we have, found that we have been chasing things. It has been lost in the unwittime. Youth This cup of rich wine allows us to enjoy this simple activity in the enjoyment, let us lose the direction in life. We used to stress the progress, using a full blood into society into society, and develop in society. However, the society gave us cold water. It just wants to tell us that money is the main force of this society, and emotions may also serve money. The cold changes to the main melody, the wine glass is the rhythm of life, and I don't know when I've been stranded, and life has become a survival. How to get ruthless wear, we are ruthlessly polished under society, we are angry, we complain, complain about society, but forget that we are all in the same society. If we are reluctant, we gradually be polished, learn the attachment of the boom, learn to have the attache, and learn to look down. The power that once wanted to rush to the clouds has long been there. It is a reality that is too cruel or we are too incompetent. Every day, in the noisy city, it is unfold, and the wine glass is shaking in the hustle and bustle. Finally, everything was quiet, and when I was confused, I always revealed a helplessness in the eyes of blur, I always retrieve my dreams, but I found out that I have already worried. I have been talking about the ideals of life together, and I will no longer be my future. Always put it very well, I am afraid that others will discard him. In fact, we are all do not have good, why bother is too strong. The world is disturbed, I want to find a place quiet, watching the same sky, having different ideas. In fact, we are not an essential person, society may have some story, but we are not the protagonist. Those birds who fly high, flying too high without the sky, flying too far, finally falling. We have been looking for a dream, but I don't know where I should go, some stop, I want to go back to the origin, and then I can't find the way back. Just walk on the confused road, I don't know what to do. Just know that it is good, I don't know who is stranded. Just know that dream is a dream, no one deceives who, that is just a child when you are in an unknown sky, play a chasing gameTop, now the game is over, no loss will lose. Only remember ...

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