夢裡紅塵，望斷此生

每一個人來到世上，都有一段屬於自己的故事，也許轟轟烈烈，也許平平淡淡，不管怎樣的故事，都有各自的好，各自的美，你無法摻和，因為你始終是一個旁觀者。很多讀者說，我是一個有故事的人，藏著一段過往的曾經，帶著忽冷忽熱的神秘感，讓人情不自禁的想走入我的世界，去讀懂我曾經的故事。我承認，我是一個有故事的人，沒有轟轟烈烈，卻帶著一點無奈感，不是對生活，而是對命運的無奈。最近看了一句話，「微薄的幸運始終抵不過無奈的命運」現在都記憶猶新，可能跟我的經歷有一點相關吧！才生出這麼多感慨。不管時光荏苒，世事變遷，流年已老，我的故事，始終在繼續。

這個九月，靜坐桂花旁，嗅一點桂花香，與秋風翩翩起舞，享受一人的怡然自得，陶醉其中。這種閑暇時光，不緊不慢，不慌不燥，不追不趕，正如陽光，來得剛剛好。其實，我想要的時光很簡單，一杯香茶，捧一本所愛之書，握一枝筆，半日偷得孚日閑，不念，不忘，不傷，那豈不是很好，也很享受。這種時光，是每一個文藝青年所嚮往的生活，而世事的浮華，現實的喧鬧，讓這種嚮往變得遙不可及，但有些人不忘自我，始終堅持著初心，卻能方得始終，清風自來的喜悅。也許，我會是那一個人，不變的初心，堅持的步伐，最終贏得花香來。

Everyone who comes to the world has a story of his own. Maybe it is vigorous and vigorous. Maybe it"s a mediocre one. No matter what the story is, it has its own goodness and its own beauty. You cannot blend because you are always a bystander. Many readers said that I am a storyteller, hiding a period of past, with a sense of mystery, people can not help but want to walk into my world to read my story. I admit that I am a storyteller. I am not vigorous and vigorous but I feel a bit helpless. It is not for life but for helplessness. I have read a word recently: "The meager luck has always arrived but I can"t help but destiny" is still fresh in my memory. It may have something to do with my experience! Just born so much emotion. Regardless of the time, things are changing, and the fleeting years are old. My story has always continued.

This September, sit beside the osmanthus, smell some osmanthus fragrance, dance with the autumn wind, enjoy one"s contentment, and indulge them. This kind of leisure time is neither too fast nor too slow. Actually, the time I want is very simple. I have a cup of fragrant tea, holding a love book, holding a pen, and stole the day in a half-day. I do not read, forget, and do not hurt. That is not very good. enjoy. This kind of time is the life that every literary youth desires, and the lavishness of the world and the turmoil of reality make this yearning unattainable. However, some people never forget themselves and always adhere to their original minds, but they can always , The joy of the breeze comes. Perhaps, I will be the one who has not changed his heart, insisted on the pace, and eventually won the flowers.

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