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同母亲在公园内散步。晚风阵阵,吹走地平线外最后一点余晖。树枝间投下几抹斑驳的暗影。“你有梦想吗?”母亲问我。微光模糊了我的视线。我不知如何回答。有吗?自然有。可是我与梦想之间遥不可及的距离使我迟疑了,天色逐渐暗淡,蓝得深邃。“有啊,是……”眼前渐渐升起的灯光断了我的回应。彩色的灯光,拖在风筝的尾巴上缓慢飞翔。我不感到惊讶。多少次,从窗外望向天际,找不到闪烁的星光,却是这串闪亮的色彩,悠悠地浮着。
Walk with her mother in the park. The evening breeze blows away the last glimmer from the horizon. Drop a few mottled shadows between the branches. “Do you have a dream?” My mother asked me. The glare blurs my sight. I do not know how to answer. Is it natural? However, the distance between my dream and my dream made me hesitant, and the sky became darker and darker. “Yeah, it’s...” The light that rose in front of my eyes broke my response. Colored lights dragged slowly on the tail of the kite. I am not surprised. How many times, looking from the window to the sky, no flashing stars could be found, but it was a series of shining colors floating leisurely.