真的,我很希望自己有故事,无论美丽还是忧伤,充满坎坷甚至于荒谬,因为我年轻.而年轻的心是难分清现实与故事的,经历了风风雨雨后,又潇洒地说是故事,让故事的温馨永藏心底.人的一生,可以说是“永恒”,也可以说是“一瞬”.有人来不及有故事或来不及想已发生的故事,便乘风乘月追随先人去了,也不知他们有没有遗憾.我们儿时也许留下许多天真、幼稚的故事,童趣与情趣相互掩映,衬出我们儿时的纯洁、美丽.十六七岁的年龄,是爱做梦的年龄,但往往又是残缺不齐,只是往事的若隐若现,似是而非的表现,或是对未来的躁动不安.梦醒后,用一根紫色的丝带把它束成一把,交给蒲公英带着去远方,于是梦成了紫色的远方的故事.三十或五十后,有了家,你成了家里的顶梁柱,有人要依靠你,你不能也无法再甩甩头,把生活、现实说成故事.年轻时,故事中的深藏着的永恒岁月,难以释清的神秘暗语,欢乐与忧伤握手的印记,岁月烙在心灵上的血痕,年华的彩色风雨,在三十或五十后,都只能在某个无人的角落,让它们偶然 Really, I really hope I have a story, beautiful or sad, full of ups and downs or even absurd, because I am young, while the young heart is difficult to distinguish reality and story, experienced the ups and downs, but also smart to tell the story , So that the warmth of the story forever hidden heart .Human’s life, can be said to be “eternal”, it can be said to be “instant.” Someone too late to have a story or want to have happened story, , I do not know if they have any regrets .We may leave a lot of innocent childhood naive stories, playfulness and fun mutual set off, out of our childhood pure, beautiful .At sixteen or seventeen years of age, is the age of dreaming , But often incomplete, but the past looming, paradoxical performance, or restless to the future wake up, with a purple ribbon to put it into a bunch, to the dandelion with a distance, So dreams became the story of the distant purple. After thirty or fifty, with the family, you become the pillar of the family, some people rely on you, you can not and can not shake head, life, reality as a story. When the young, the story of the deep eternal age It is difficult to explain the mysterious code word clear, joy and sorrow handshake mark, branded the years in the mind of the bloodstains, Love is color wind and rain, on thirty or fifty are only in a deserted corner, so that they accidentally