Do you remember your dream when you were sixteen

She loved animals, especially leopards, lions, tigers, bison and other animals that were good at running. At that time, she was more passionate about animals than about the college entrance examination, and she did not know what marriage was. She despised everything that smelled of lampblack and scallion, and she despised all women who didn't have their hair done or embellished. She loves literature and love skin as snow, she loves art and love Yi-shu, she loves the love novels, secretly vowed to let their life is not reduced to buy food cooking and marriage and children so simple life.

Years later, when she looked back, she realized that what she liked about those animals was the intense freshness of their running, which seemed to represent the release of the soul and the burning of passion. On the television screen, under the blood-like sunset, a herd of buffalo was running, and she followed it with inexplicable excitement, as if she saw a kind of boiling mind and vigorous youth.

Twenty-two years old. Miss Emenya graduated from college.

She found a lousy internship position in a lousy company in a southern city. The salary was pitiful. Every day, she went to work bleary-eyed with a head of hair and the smell of face cream would turn to the smell of sweat when she got off the bus. Her biggest dream is to get a salary increase immediately, so that she can move out of the shared house and have a clean apartment of her own. You can no longer squeeze the bus, even if you take a taxi to work, you don't have to worry about wasting enough money to buy a bottle of Miss coco perfume hundreds of dollars.

Later, the house price rose, rose to the rich can not afford. Working for a few years Miss Emin Ya despair, she became one of the many people who fled from Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, she secretly vowed to find a place to settle down in the second-tier city. She began to travel constantly and almost broke her legs trying to find herself a cheap apartment in a certain city. At that time, her biggest dream was that the sales lady could give herself a discount of 92%, and the bank could give the loan interest of 30%.

Later later, her eyes began to appear faint fine lines, mother's phone, nothing more than to urge marriage. Miss Emenya began to make herself a facial mask every day, hydrating, whitening, moisturizing, exfoliating, trying everything, and insisting that she must maintain her beauty to meet different men. Tall as a bamboo pole, short as a wax gourd, thin as a churro, fat as a sausage, she has seen all. She can recite her personal profile in 15 seconds in the style of a presentation, then keep a stiff smile and ask, "That's me, how about you?" Her biggest dream is to find a real man right away and end this horrible dating life. Once, after meeting a man who didn't want to have children, she went home and threw herself into bed exhausted to find her face cramp from smiling for so long.

Then, one day, Miss Emenya took a man's hand and was decorating a newly renovated house in a certain part of the city. She painted one of the three rooms and two living rooms pale blue, with empty walls. She unwrapped the wallpaper she'd bought online and giggly pasted patterns on the wall -- the room she'd set aside for her future baby.

Looking at the cartoon wallpaper of lions and bison, the dream of that year became clear for a moment -- she remembered the girl of sixteen, pedaling her bicycle home one evening after school. That year she didn't know what she was chasing, but she liked to ride her bike very fast, with a hearty smile and a loud voice. She finished high school in a small county town, surrounded by girls who also rode bicycles and had flower hair cut. They wore white shirts and school skirts, shuttling through alleys, chattering about a boy in the next class, and then laughing and chasing in the sunset. She could vaguely remember the lane in front of her house, with white gardenias peeking out of the concrete walls on both sides, and sometimes a lazy cat squatting on the wall. She rode her bicycle into the alley with a thud, and then heard her mother's curse coming from the other side of the alley: "So fast! I can't break you!" She grinned from ear to ear, and sometimes even greeted her mother in a big way, oblivious to her mother's anxious expression.

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Her happiest youth, now, is gone forever.

Miss Emenya recovered. She was still young, not yet thirty, but she felt as if she had come a long way. There was a fog along that part of the road, and she kept walking in the dark, never seeing herself, as if something were chasing her, and she kept panting through the darkness, until one day she saw a light in the darkness, and she ran wildly toward it, and at last she took a breath, But found that came out is already a wearing high heels, carrying CHANEL Ringer bag, wipe purple eyeshadow woman, see acquaintances a mouth to ask: "today's market fell?"

Is still the love of the lion and the buffalo girl, but the mirror of her, as if already ripe, ripe to have become who's wife. She looked back. Her parents were alive; She looked over her shoulder. Someone was near her; She looked forward, as if she could see again who she was going to be the mother of.

Some dreams, she thought, might come true tomorrow.