“一个一个梦飞出了天窗,一次一次想穿梭旧时光。插上竹蜻蜓张开了翅膀,飞到任何想要去的地方。一个一个梦写在日记上,一点一点靠近诺近贝尔奖。只要你敢想,就算没有到达理想,至少有回忆珍藏……”耳机里播放着熟悉的旋律,歌词一句一句轻轻叩击着心弦。听着这支歌,不由想起了我曾经拥有过的梦想,顿觉一丝无奈与怅惘。看来,很多“梦想”真的要作为一种“回忆”来珍藏了。就像曾经让我魂 “Dreams fly out of the skylight, time and time again want to shuttle the old time .Insert bamboo dragonfly wings, flew to any place you want to go .A dream written in a diary, a little closer to Connaught near Bell Award. As long as you dare to think, even if did not reach the ideal, at least memories collection ... ”headphones play familiar melody, the lyrics a sentence gently tapping the heart. Listen to this song, could not help but think of the dream I once had, feel a touch of frustration and regret. It seems that many “dreams” really have to be collected as “memories.” Just like I used to make my soul