树林美丽深邃幽静,但我有梦想尚待实现,行百里方可沉睡。——题记读《金蔷薇》时,我曾在纸上写下:它的文风就好像一张阿拉伯风格的毛毯,上面缀满繁复细小而精致的花纹。也就是在那一刻,我的心中有了一个幼小却很坚定的梦想:我要像他一样,做一个游荡于文字世界的旅行者。而后,我就走在了追逐梦想的日子里。常常在深夜,我在泛着文艺色彩的台灯下拜读一本又一本传世名著,认真索着那些名作家所要阐释的内涵,若是心中涌出了什么想法,便立即将它记 Beautiful deep and quiet woods, but I have a dream to be realized, the line can sleep in the Barry. - Inscription read “Golden Rose,” I wrote on the paper: it’s style is like an Arab-style blankets, covered with complicated small and delicate pattern. That is, at that very moment, there was a young but determined dream in my heart: I wanted to be like him, a traveler wandering in the written world. Then I walked in the days of chasing my dreams. Often in the middle of the night, I read one after another under the lamp of literary color one after another masterpieces handed down, earnestly searching for those who want to explain the meaning of the writer, if the heart of what ideas poured out, it immediately recorded