彼时我曾迫切地想要离开,没有目的,只是出于厌倦,厌倦车水马龙的街道、拥挤的人群,以及冗长繁复的梦境。记得豆瓣上有一个活动:还记得你年少时的梦想是什么?我还清楚地记得,小的时候老师总是会让大家把梦想写在纸上,再把它大声念出来。只是,彩色玻璃纸上曾经用稚嫩的字迹写下过怎样的字句,我已不记得。而那些曾经用认真得让人发笑的语气讲出来的话,终究变成了一个耳光,扇在了十年后的我们的脸上,清脆而响亮。画家,摄影师,设计师,作家……所有与梦想有关的字眼全部随着年龄的增长渐渐失去光环。我们都说, I was eager to leave then, with no purpose, out of being tired, tired of busy streets, crowded people, and long and complicated dreams. Remember there is an activity on the watercress: remember when you were young, what is the dream? I also clearly remember that when a young teacher always let everyone write their dreams on paper, and then read it aloud. Only, on cellophane paper has been written with immature words what kind of words, I do not remember. And those who used to speak in earnest and entertaining tone turned out to be a slap in the face, fanned to our face ten years later, crisp and loud. Painters, photographers, designers, writers ... All the words related to dreams are gradually losing their aura with their age. We all say