Dream and home

I have been careful care of his own dream, to the hearts of the ivory tower, I kept trying, but not always recognized by others. Actress and singer has always been my sought, and perhaps only I want my nose at all the people with admiration, but also perhaps I was too proud to vain.
People always have dreams that have forward momentum, as it is because I have that fairy tale-like dream, I will always crying, always cry in despair, desperate but futile.
The teacher asked in class what our dreams. Teachers, doctors, lawyers, students dream ...... colorful and gorgeous, gorgeous gorgeous. But I dare not tell children their dreams, because I was afraid the students would make me laugh a nervous breakdown scorn. I hate their dirty coward, a man, if not decisively tell their dreams, then it can not be called "dream " and all will all be empty talk.
I do not know if I should give up the dream, but I'm sure I will not rigid unshaken.
When I left home, my heart will always feel there reluctantly. Each wants to turn round a bit but every time I tell myself bravely, do not look back, not nostalgia. Can hear it loud door slamming, echoed in the corridor.
Remember, the blue desk at home and accompany me through three years of high school years. At this point the desk had a blue rewind become white, and night, the left hand side filled with a variety of reference books, concentrate on his study, the mother pushed open the door, sent a cup of warm water, smile, I still Kenshu, she quietly go out and shut the door. Night, only a crescent moon hanging in the air. Quiet.
Family, spiritual home. When happy, the parents at home with you happy; whenever the pain. Accompany you home with parents resolve grief. Alternatively, you can hide in the yard, the warm heat to help you think cool.