63年我出生在一个普通人家里。像很多孩子一样有一个美好的童年。享有父母家族最伟大的爱。那年代纯朴的长者讲着故事纯真小伙伴做作迷藏。用五彩的蜡笔给未来涂抹着幻想。。。。。。

　　妈妈常讲：孩子做个好梦

　　因为梦会开花

　　梦会开出娇艳的花来!

　　可是妈妈很早就走了，在我还没来得及跟她讲我的梦是什么的时候。在我稚幼的心灵什么都还不能承载时候。妈妈匆匆地走了!那是个无雪的冬天!　那年我15岁。我只好把梦放飞高高天上隐藏。把命运放在岁月的河里让他去漂泊!

　　多少蹉跎的岁月过去了，我的人生我的世界都是灰色。挫败、压抑迷失。我希望真正的自己与我心灵深处作一次恳谈，我不得不带着千万思绪，在走过千百回的世路上伫立。

　　在那个静静夜晚久久望着下雪的天空，恍惚有一个久违的声音飘然而至

　　梦会开花

　　梦会开出娇艳的花来!

　　我的双眸湿润了，我的心也随那漫天飘雪不停飞旋，生命的密码再次被

　　打开，灵魂从获自由心中那朵花正慢慢盛开。。。。。。

　　I was born in a normal Chinese family in 1963. I have a beautiful childhood like most of children. My parents gave me all their great love without reservation. I heard the stories from old man and played games with my buddies. We dreamed about our future by using our crayons.

　　Mother layaways say: Good dreams my darling

　　Because there’s blooming in your dreams

　　There’s charming flowers in your dreams

　　But Mother leaved us alone very early, I did not have enough time to tell her what are my dreams about. In my delicate and tender young heart, I can not accept this reality at that year. Mum leaved us this year! That is a cold winter without snow! I was 15 years old this year. I had no choice to fly my dream to the sky. I gave my density to the God during my lifetime.

　　Time goes swiftly away, My world, My life are both grey. Frustration, oppression, lost. I expect I can have a truly talk with my heart. I still stand there to source my feelings in my lifetime.

　　I looked the sky following down snow in that quiet night, I heard a familiar voice around me

　　Dreams are blooming!

　　Dreams come out charming flowers!

　　My tears wet my eyes, My heart was dancing with the heavy snow. My life code was descripted and my soul was liberated by that blooming flower…

作者：林晓明