曾经无数次被人问及梦想,也给出过无数种答案。可梦想到底是什么样子呢?或许梦想是一块玻璃,透明得被我们遗忘。但是它一定存在,稍微改变角度,玻璃就会映照出光芒,雄辩地证明自己的存在。儿时的自己,梦想千奇百怪。读到好书时,想当作家;听新闻时,想做政治家;看了革命片,不爱红妆爱武装……反反复复,周而复始,没个定性。长大后,开始读历史,品着史河中的人生百态、奇 Has been asked many times the dream, but also given countless kinds of answers. Dream in the end is what it looks like? Perhaps the dream is a piece of glass, we have to be forgotten transparency. But it must exist, a little change of perspective, the glass will shine, eloquent proof of their existence. Childhood, dreams of all kinds. Read a good book, want to be a writer; listen to the news, want to be a politician; read a revolutionary film, do not love red makeup armed ... ... repeatedly, again and again, not a qualitative. Grow up, began to read history, enjoy the history of the rivers and streams of life, odd