Dreams are beautiful and spotless. I don’t like to dream, but I often dream. I always dream about my school days, especially my middle school days. Having a familiar class with a group of familiar students following the familiar teachers, or feeling the tension before different exams, I always feel that I am not as hard as other students. Some people say that there are thoughts every day and dreams every night, and this sentence seems not to have any basis. At night, people’s brains will be out of control. For me, I won’t be bored to think and go to school during the day, exam. If the dream is to make up for the reality regret, it can be identified, and it is possible that I can’t grasp the middle school age well, so that I am further and further away from those excellent students. It’s hard to avoid dissatisfaction in my heart. I still want to compete with them in my dream. I always want to take the first place, which is my personality in primary school. It’s good to be in the top ten of the department, which was my thought when I was in junior high school. Never count down, that is the true portrayal of me in high school. When I arrived at the university, I was really isolated from the world. I would not take the first place or the top ten. I would count. I am not a student union or a class Committee. I don’t like these organizations in college, so I won’t participate actively. I have no special interest and no special activities. But I liked playing badminton at that time. At first, I just played badminton step by step according to the physical education teacher’s teaching method, which was too gentle, It’s okay to compete with girls. If I meet a female man or a boy, I will not be their opponent. I also like running. Every night I will go to the dark playground of our school by myself, where no one can see or know anyone. But I knew Xiao Wei, the only best friend in college. Xiao Wei was a beautiful, lovely, pure and strong girl. I like her very much and appreciate her very much. I also like reading books, reading history books, and enjoying the pleasure of reading alone in the dormitory. Back to reality, I am a mother of a good baby and a wife of a good husband. I am doing repeated things, washing clothes, cooking, doing housework, feeding the baby, tired and happy. Maybe I will come back to work a few months later, but that’s a few months later. What I can do now must be done well. No longer leave regrets for yourself.

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