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我们总是用嘴诉说梦想，用沉默或是豪言壮志来面对梦想，然后又闭嘴不提梦想，后来，提起笔又写起梦想，闭上眼思考着梦想，睁开眼面对现实。毕竟梦想这条路，注定要面对孤独，毕竟人生这段旅程，需要梦想来照亮。

我想很多人可能都想过吧，我想做我喜欢的事情，那就是我的梦想；我想做拥有我喜欢的东西，那就是我的梦想；我想成为怎样人，那就是我的梦想。有的时候正能量涌上心头，我不想那些天灾人祸的事情发生，我想我想世界和平，我想自己的国家发展越来越好，我想周边人事物都美好起来，这些啊，都是我曾经、现在的梦想啊！

让我喜欢的事情成为助人为乐，关键时刻给别人搭一把手，传递着爱与关怀。让我喜欢喜欢并且想拥有的东西从物质变成一种精神，让想成为一个受人追捧，被人崇拜的人变成成为一个和善有爱，受人尊重的人。其实梦想是可以从这样一个角度来看待的，梦想着周边都是美好的，那便让自己先美好起来，再去美好他人。

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Water Pots 两只水桶
两只水桶
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For two years this went on daily, with the water bearer delivering one and one-half pots full of water to his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it had perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke one day to the water bearer by the stream.
“I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”
“Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”
“I have been able for these last two years to deliver only half my load, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all this work, and you do not get full value for your efforts,” the pot explained.
The water bearer felt sorry for the cracked pot, and in his compassion, he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.” Indeed, as they went up the hill, the cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But, at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had still leaked half of its load, and so again the pot apologized to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to the pot: “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That is because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you have watered them. For two years I have been able to pick those beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We are all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father’s table. You should believe that nothing goes to waste. Don’t be ashamed of your flaws.
Acknowledge them, and you too can be the cause of beauty. Know that in our weakness we find our strength.

印度一位挑水工有两只大水桶，分别在他所挑的担子两头。其中一只水桶上有个裂缝，而另一只却完好无损，从小溪经过长途跋涉到主人家时总是满满一桶水，而那只有裂缝的桶里每次只剩下半桶水。
就这样日复一日，两年过去了。挑水工总是为主人家挑来一整桶和另外半桶水。当然，这只完好无损的水桶为自己的成就和生来的完美无瑕感到非常自豪。那只有裂缝的桶却为自己的缺陷感到羞愧难当，为自己只能运半桶水感到可悲。认识到这两年的痛苦失败之后，有一天，它在小溪旁与挑水工交谈起来。
“我真为自己感到羞愧，我想向你道歉。”
“为什么？”挑水工问。“你为了什么感到羞愧？”
“这两年我只能运半桶水，边上的这个裂缝使水漏了一路。由于我的缺陷，你得做这么多工作，你的工作价值也得不到完全实现。”水桶解释道。
挑水工为这只有缺陷的水桶感到难过，同情之余，他说：“在我们回主人家的路上，我想请你注意一下路边各种美丽的花。”在他们上山时，有缺陷的桶真的注意到阳光暖融融地照在路边美丽的花朵上，这使它高兴了一些。然而，到了路的尽头，它依然感到悲哀，因为还是漏了半桶水，它又一次为自己的失败向挑水工道歉。挑水工对这只水桶说道：“你有没有注意到只在你这一侧路边有野花，而在另一只桶那边却没有？那是因为我早就知道你的缺陷，而充分利用了它。在你这边的路旁我撒了些花种，我们每天从小溪旁回来时，你就浇灌它们。这两年我一直摘这些美丽的花来装饰主人的桌子。如果没有你，他就不会有这么美丽优雅的房子。”
每个人都有自己的缺点。我们都是残缺的水桶。但如果我们能够容忍缺陷存在，上帝会利用它来为主人的桌子增色。你应该相信每样东西都有它的价值。不要为你的缺陷感到羞愧。
承认这些缺陷。你也能成为美丽的理由，并要善于从我们的缺点中发现长处。

梦想是一支花朵，芬芳美艳，为大地増添一抹亮丽；梦想是一棵参天大树，在风雨中茁壮生长，为大地增添一丝生机；梦想是春天里的一场好雨，滋润万物，默默无声。因为梦想，我们不知疲乏，孜孜以求;因为梦想我们不再怯懦，勇于追求。在追求中我们不断地完善自我，不断地前进，不断地趋于成熟，最终由一棵幼苗，成长为参天大树。所以，我们需要梦想，时刻都不能忘记梦想。在漫长的人生里途中，失去了梦想，无异于失去了整个生命的意义。

　　徜徉在繁华街市，看着那些穿梭而过的车辆，望着轮下溅起的朵朵水花，发出耀眼的光芒，心中便有一圈圈涟漪荡漾开来。心中的梦变成了模糊的记忆，梦想被无情的现实击碎。细细品味人生的每个音符，当记载岁月的小刀，把每一簇暗淡和迷茫刻向心房，你是否还对未来心存放飞的梦想?

　　梦想如诗，梦想如画，在昏暗的天空。却似稚儿的期许，为将来许下草率的诺言。遥远的回忆，年少的梦想时时刺痛我似乎麻木的心灵。我在自己编织的网中挣扎，想逃，却始终在寻找呼吸的缺口。回首往事，空虚无情的压在心头，展望未来，望望前方，云遮雾挡，我就像站在高山之巅，寻找未来的方向。

　　朋友，你也停留在梦想里吗?你也停留在梦醒时分吗?醒醒吧!朋友，你可千万别做梦里的行者，因为不论在梦里走了几万里，但醒来终究只是在床上。风华正茂的我们，不但要有激扬文字的书生意气，更要有苍茫大地我主沉浮的豪情壮志!