In the past, now, in the future, for the dream, we go up in the road all the time.
过去，现在，将来，为了梦想，我们一直在路上。
Remember who has said, the thing with “ the most beautiful life, we are chasing after nothing is more... than dream. ” years resembles one old photograph of Zhang Fanhuang, I what involuntary discharge of urine falls in days am ambiguous in that way and clear in that way. Recall spans 1000 hill 10 thousand water, feeling acquires rice paper like Chinese ink kind slowly dizzy catch.
想起谁说过，“人生最美的事，莫过于我们在追梦。”岁月像一张泛黄的老照片，遗落在时光里的我是那样模糊而又那样清晰。追忆跨越千山万水，思绪如墨染宣纸般缓缓晕染开。
13 years ago, all round cement wall of white, the electronic musical instrument that a black and white key comprises, and I, it is whole world, one has only black with white world. Those make the childhood years that the person is reluctant to leave medium, I look for the childhood that is less than me. Everyday, cross when me after entering that simple room, the life already stealthily by formulation. Breathe sound, tweedle is handed in collect. I am inaudible the children outside have reputation of what kind of mirth, I also do not know without me the world can become different. I can give tweedle myself only, beat those indefatigably with finger remittent the black and white key that beat countless times. After over and over again and tweedle interweave, I had to warm in wonderful world eventually care warmly, that is a kind of spirit that does not need a language is delivered, let me find way in this boundless and indistinct spatio-temporal channel.
十三年前，周围白色的水泥墙，一架黑白琴键组成的电子琴，以及我，便是整个世界，一个只有黑与白的世界。那些让人留恋的童年时光中，我找不到我的童年。每天，当我跨进那间简单的屋子后，生活已悄悄地被公式化了。呼吸声，琴声交汇。我听不见外面的孩子们拥有怎样的欢笑声，我也不知道没有我世界会不会变得不一样。我只能把自己交给琴声，用手指不知疲倦地敲打那些上上下下跳动了无数次的黑白键。在一次又一次地与琴声交织后，我终于在美妙的世界中有了一份暖暖的牵挂，那是一种不需要语言的心灵传递，让我在这茫茫的时空隧道里找到了方向。
8 years ago, there was a musical instrument in the home. Hold the post of days to move back and forth wantonly beside, what hover is by the side of ear is light as before or heavy air. I know, I belong to music. Just, no longer somebody guides me to move toward ahead, want to rely on oneself to fumble ceaselessly in darkness however. 7 Jin year write: “ lot all ephemeral is like dew flimsily, only alone with you, resembling is one gives birth to the river that is born not to cease. I and music also are like ” this, no matter live how transitional, music can accompany me all the time. I am certain from beginning to end, spring can arrive, the dream can blossom, more or less taking half-baked part from point to seam in after sliding, my tweedle is met eventually and the soot of vast waves to distance.
八年前，家里有了一架琴。任时光在身边肆意地穿梭，萦绕在耳边的依旧是轻快或沉重的旋律。我知道，我属于音乐。只是，不再有人引导我走向前方，而是要靠自己在黑暗中不断摸索。七堇年写：“缘分皆朝生暮死脆弱如露水，唯独与你，像是一条生生不息的河流。”我与音乐亦如此，不管生活如何变迁，音乐是会一直陪伴我的。我始终坚信，春天会到达，梦想会开花，多少带着不完整的片段从指缝里滑落后，我的琴声终会和浩瀚的烟尘飘向远方。
3 years ago, I can have seen aglimmer dream with respect to forwardly. Just, this went all the way too long too long. Once had too much defeat, not bad, the composition was in by annihilation in the days in the past. I had said: I want to become a musician. The dribs and drabs that I can collect on will all road and the finger expression that pass me to the longing with full future come out. Wonderful note swings in bright and clean air, all blundering metropolises are in flashy die. Resemble be in reality in this piece of vast network, the concert washs all lead China and coxcombical, no matter my life is encountered what kind of not happy, it can stand over silently, have a smile on one's face chant, the old times that billowed to mottled is smooth.
三年前，我已经能看见闪烁的梦想就在前方。只是，这一路走了太久太久。曾经有太多的挫败，还好，作文都被湮没在了过去的时光里。我说过：我想当一名音乐家。我可以将所有路上收集的点点滴滴以及对未来满满的憧憬通过我的手指表达出来。美妙的音符荡在明净的空气里，所有的浮躁都会在一瞬间消逝。就像在现实这张巨大的网中，音乐会洗尽所有铅华和浮夸，不管我的人生遇到怎样的不开心，它都会静静地站在那里，含笑吟吟，潋滟了斑驳的旧时光。
I ever was used magical black listen to grandmother with the city ” that played “ bridge wishs ” and “ sky in vain, although grandmother does not know music, but she all over the face gratified feeling make I know, the route that I choose is valuable. In light days, grandmother and I spent the immortal one second in memory together.
我曾用神奇的黑与白弹奏了“梁祝”和“天空之城”给外婆听，外婆虽不懂音乐，但她满脸的欣慰感使我知道，我选择的路是有价值的。在淡淡的时光里，外婆与我一起度过了记忆中不朽的一分一秒。
It is years probably cruel to me, grandmother also won't accompany me again. But my dream still is in. If music is the material of a kind of can penetrable days, I will be then spiccato all the time go down. For oneself, it is the grandmother that is in another world, still have someone else. I believe “ music can cure the idea of all ” , I won't abandon playing, I think I can let music one dc drips in days.
或许是岁月对我残忍了，外婆再也不会陪伴我。可我的梦想还在。如果音乐是一种能穿透时光的物质，那我会一直弹奏下去。为自己，为在另一个世界的外婆，还有其他人。我相信“音乐可以治愈一切”的想法，我不会放弃弹奏，我想我会让音乐一直流淌于时光中。
Horizon of look into the distance, downy the haze that broke night, then red glow sets off one another, be like peach blossom is in spring blossoms in the spring breeze March, simple and luxuriant. Round of red day admires with its unique Jing compose and among them. I think, the dream also is such.
遥望天际，一丝柔和打破了夜的阴霾，继而红霞掩映，似朵朵桃花在阳春三月的春风里绽放，朴素而华丽。一轮红日以其绝世的惊艳缀与其中。我想，梦想也是这样。
Maluosi says: I think “ pursueing a dream, such I enough. ” is on dreamy road, I stumble all the time, but won't abandon, I can pursue a dream all the time. No matter was in the past, now, still did not come, music is the one part in my life, I can take it to move toward the distance that is full of a hope all the time.
马洛斯说：“我想追着梦想，这样我便足够了。”在梦想的道路上，我一直磕磕碰碰，但不会放弃，我会一直追着梦想。不管是过去，现在，还是未来，音乐都是我生命中的一部分，我会带着它一直走向充满希望的远方。
Side side does not know to wave from where a ringing and bright tweedle. I believe, my dream can accompany me to move toward beautiful future. In the past, now, in the future, for the dream, I am willing before one direction.
耳边不知从何处飘来一阵清脆而明亮的琴声。我相信，我的梦想会陪伴我走向美丽的未来。过去，现在，将来，为了梦想，我愿意一路向前。(文/吴佳丽)