流星·雨

2009-02-08 insomnia came to see me again and I pondered a lot...

When I was a pupil, I used to make dreams for my future: to be a famous scientist or a well-known writer. Maybe most the children in China have the same experiences. Then to have the dreams come true, we were told to study harder and harder by our parents and teachers. The only standard to evaluate a student is the grade: full-mark means excellent, nineties express good...Yes, I was obey the rules above and do the things step by step until one day I come to the reality that what I have had is not what I dreamed. What a shame!

Now graduated from the university I seem to become an engineer. Just now I still don’t have a clear concenption of the word “engineer”. Maybe its rank is below the “scientist” and surely I can say it must have nothing to do with the “writer”.

Never complain about the unfair fate and struggle for what you want.

Friends and colleagues around me all have the faith: money is everything. The boy told me that he is so “poor” that no girls would fall in love with him; the girl also whisper to me that the basic condition she picking boys is the power of economy. Suddenly I feel I am an absolute fool sinking in the fairy tale. The reality is too hard for me to understand.

To consider more over, perhaps it is my own fault? I am too high-hearted--usually look down upon mammonists and laugh at their vain glory. Hardly can I have the same opinion with the mass. I reinstate lonely building my fairy castle. One brick, two bricks,...narrowing the lite circle and be reclusive.