Once upon a time,
　　there was a girl who was talented for imagining and passionate for writing.
　　When she was little,
　　her granny loves to read stories for her.
　　She is inspired deeply and said to her mother:
　　Can I write stories forever?
　　Mother said kindly to her:
　　If you stick your idea,
　　The real life will make you cry forever.
　　She resisted in pain,
　　But finally failed in vain.
　　Mother teared up her writings and threw pieces to the rain,
　　She rushed out and cried loud.
　　She carefully picked up her writing,
　　As well as her whole dream.

　　She put them together as a puzzle,
　　She want to fix them and continue her dream,
　　But the pieces had been unseen.
　　The pieces were lost forever,
　　In the rush of rain.

　　In her school there came a new classmate--M.
　　She was gifted as everyone can see.
　　She published her work when she was hardly fourteen.
　　Her words were full of knowledge,
　　She was just like a star shinning.
　　Even in the crowd of geniuses.
　　She didn’t have any friend,
　　Maybe because she was so outstanding.
　　But S just came to her,
　　To listen to all her experiences.
　　She found that she was so kind,
　　No matter what problem seems a piece of cake.
　　She was amazed at her beautiful world,
　　Rich family and thousands of books.
　　It can support her to chase her dream,
　　Even without herself writing a word.

　　She was qualified for a famous university,
　　S worked hard in chase of her.
　　When meeting the problem of choosing which to study,
　　Another conquer formed in the family.
　　Suggestions are none of the subjects S wanted,
　　But quick enough to get a high salary.
　　S obeyed at last,
　　For she doesn’t know what to write in the end.
　　Boring days of studying and working,
　　She finally decided to fire the boss,
　　Who makes her even more tired at the work.
　　She stored some money in the bank,
　　Which enabled her to chance to pursue a future.

　　It was that time she complained it to M,
　　Who later invited her to go out for a holiday.
　　They can get interesting ideas at the same time,
　　And which is more important is that they can get relaxed.

　　At the talking S had learned,
　　M’s parents had long get divorced.
　　She was always lonely at her mind,
　　Since her classmates getting along with her always get depressed.
　　S was the only one who listened to her carefully
　　And really appreciate her imaginary world.
　　They shared their deepest pain and wormth.

　　They took off with several staffs,
　　Without inviting anyone else.

　　They saw the most beautiful views,
　　On the mountains which is full of sunrises and sunsets.
　　They lied in the grass to look up at the sky,
　　They play with snow in the far north.
　　They walk in the shallow sea near the beaches.

　　They came up with the most memorable people,
　　Kind and wise old couple relying on each other in the park,
　　Loved ones who kissed each other in the dark,
　　People who chased their dreams in the morning,
　　People who lost his way in the rush hours.
　　People who were brilliant enough as a photographer,
　　People who was defeated by the life pressure.
　　They saw happy children running on the playground,
　　They saw lonely adults playing with themselves.
　　They saw two girls married regardless of the others’ opinion,
　　They saw people brave enough to be themselves.
　　They saw the brightest and darkest side of people’s lives.
　　They passed by others’ everyday life.
　　They studied rules of writing,
　　They tried hard to know why some words are rather impressive.
　　They learned different languages and customs,
　　They polished their words in different ways,
　　They gave opinions to each other,
　　They can read each other’s deepest feelings.

　　They hugged each other in the dark night,
　　They bought a night light with music and made it open the whole night.
　　They together read silently with each other,
　　While listening to rain dropping as accompaniment.
　　They had parties dressing on themselves,
　　They gave surprises on meaningful days.
　　They watch horror films on midnight,
　　And play as roles of horror film characters.
　　They walked happily in the rain,
　　They made snowmen of various kinds.
　　And finally,
　　They decided to get married on a small island.
　　Which is legal for them to stay together forever.
　　Everything seemed perfect.

　　However on a common day,
　　M’s got a high fever for many days.
　　It turned out to be a cancer though they prayed.

　　During the stay in hospital,
　　S tried to make M happy at all times.
　　She bought the best gifts in the world.
　　She also made stars on her own,
　　On the tape she hopefully wrote:
　　You must get better on the other day,
　　We will continue our dream.
　　She expressed her love again and again,
　　But it seemed to be in vain.

　　One day M finally said,
　　Get your “puzzles” here and that’s my wish.
　　S quickly agreed and took,
　　But M kicked her away.

　　Though tried hard in pain,
　　M finally passed away.
　　S found the “puzzle” in her place:
　　It had been fixed and wrote with words,
　　Encouraging her to bravely live and fulfill the dream.

　　S continued their travel,
　　But this time with only herself on the way.
　　She took pictures and wrote about the stories she met,
　　And soon collected them to a book.
　　She wrote to M who was not here any more,
　　Saying the words only they know.
　　She wrote about M in all fields,
　　To make everyone remember her.
　　And a few years later she went to accompany with her,
　　where they will not get divided forever.

　　Though they don’t live a very long life,
　　They are extremely happy at some day.
　　They are the romantic story of life and dream,
　　They are the symphony of the great and bright.
　　Don’t feel pity about them,
　　They get together in another way.
　　Their soul will be together,
　　Seeing the world forever.
　　They will applaud for those have dreams,
　　They will cheer for who persist.

　　Wish dreams can all come true,
　　Wish the loved ones happy too.
　　They are true signs of good will,
　　They are examples of defeating problems and standing still.
　　The circle of writers will always have their names.,
　　The history will get them remained.
　　This is the song of them,
　　To encourage not to hesitate to chase dreams.
　　Write the songs of your own.

　　番外：
　　兩個(gè)姑娘在討論自己的理想。
　　——你將來想要做什么？
　　——我要賺很多很多錢！
　　——你呢？
　　——我想寫小說，我想長(zhǎng)壽，我想名垂青史。
　　——誒？寫小說，我覺得很不錯(cuò)誒我們一起吧！，

　　兩個(gè)姑娘在討論自己寫的小說的劇情。

　　這是她們一小段關(guān)于內(nèi)容的討論：

　　——還應(yīng)該再突出追夢(mèng)過程中遇到的困難，比如家人的反對(duì)、社會(huì)的偏見、經(jīng)濟(jì)的困難等等，還有心境的提升，更要寫出在平凡的瑣事中磨滅靈氣，卻無可奈何，只得接受現(xiàn)實(shí)的無奈和心痛，才更加深刻，而一起去旅行的事件顯得有些夢(mèng)幻，畢竟不是時(shí)時(shí)刻刻都有這樣的善人（？），似乎并不與現(xiàn)實(shí)相符，而且顯得S的成就完全是依賴M所得，而且這更體現(xiàn)了錢的重要性，顯然和中心相違背。
　　——但事實(shí)又似乎真的是這樣。
　　——要不寫中了彩票？？
　　——那更偶然了吧？
　　——算了不想了吧，先看會(huì)兒B站吧？
　　——好耶！
　　Two thousand years later——
　　——我們那天討論了什么來著？
　　——我們想寫一個(gè)關(guān)于夢(mèng)想的文章來著吧。
　　——情節(jié)怎么寫呢？
　　——這幾天太累了，沒想好呢。別著急，我們還年輕，再休息會(huì)兒也不遲。
　　Two thousand years later（again）——
　　——哈哈哈哈哈！這綜藝太搞笑了。嚯嚯嚯！這薯片味道不錯(cuò)��？
　　——我們那天想干嘛來著？
　　——管他呢？快樂一天是一天吧！
　　Two thousand years later（again and again）——
　�。▓�(chǎng)景切換）養(yǎng)老院里，兩個(gè)老太太在對(duì)話：
　　——我們年輕的時(shí)候好像是想寫一篇關(guān)于夢(mèng)想的小說來著吧？不如我們繼續(xù)？反正現(xiàn)在很閑。
　　——老了老了，沒有雄心壯志啦！還是歇歇吧阿？我們都八十了。
　　——但是好不甘心啊，這輩子好像沒有做出什么成就呢。
　　——這有什么？起碼我們實(shí)現(xiàn)了自己的理想——話說我們現(xiàn)在應(yīng)該算長(zhǎng)壽了吧？
　　旁邊一個(gè)優(yōu)雅的老太太扶著鑲鉆的鏡框，俯身：
　　——昨天電視節(jié)目沒看？長(zhǎng)壽年齡標(biāo)準(zhǔn)提升到一百二啦！

　　This is a dream. But I don’t want to tell the truth.

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