How much time inside, dreaming, how many nights, the sped his pen, is not really remembered, I thought, even more soul-stirring than meet? For the university, as if my heart that drop tears, beauty mark, mysterious standing far away, where waiting for me to go home.
Shanghai Theatre Academy, my goal in life, the pursuit of desire, there is a person of faith is to support my Optimus Prime, read his essay, a kind of bitter aftertaste after knowing anxious after relaxation meditation after the old post young, he always hoped he described the text so, indeed. He did.
I abandoned all the sadness and doubts, to chase the tide to go home, because my heart eternal stranger calling me, and I went forward that way, so I have a successful day, when he was Pro seventy years of age, whether glorious decades ago still fresh in our memory? He may not know, a bloom of youth girl because of his book and his yearning for institutions, is to redouble their efforts, even if there is no a priori conditions, but the effort is there the day after tomorrow, and, endless ......
Sometimes think universities, always laughing and crying, there is a concern, there is a vision.
Night whim, I will light the lights in the dark, a star in search of just the brain burst of inspiration, scrawled in pen letter paper, read repeatedly chant, taste alone and that a wonderful surprise, and then looking at the front of the "masterpiece" and complacent ......
Dreamer will not stop the pace, she will be several times more than ordinary effort and perhaps, perhaps, later she would hesitate, complain, but she will not give up her dream, because she knows that the Department of Chinese opera, there is a figure in the call she ......
On the show, although I"m not familiar to you now, but, you wait for me, so I officially entered your school that day, let me understand you.
多少时光里，魂牵梦萦，多少夜晚里，奋笔疾书，是不是真的念着、想着，比相见更让人荡气回肠？对于大学，仿佛是我心上的那滴泪水，美丽的烙印，神秘的屹立远方，在等我回家的地方。
上海戏剧学院，我一生的目标、追求、向往，有一个人是支撑我信仰的擎天柱，读他文章，有种苦涩后的回味、焦灼后的会心、冥思后的放松、苍老后的年轻，他一直希望他笔下的文字如此，的确。他做到了。
我抛弃了所有的忧伤和疑虑，去追逐那回家的潮水，因为我心中那永恒的异乡人在召唤我，我正向那条路走去，等我成功的那一天，那时他已临古稀之年，几十年前的辉煌是否还历历在目？他或许不知道，一个正值花季的少女因为他的书而向往他的院校，正加倍努力，纵使没有先天的条件，但后天的努力是有的、而且，绵延不绝……
有时想到大学，总是又哭又笑的，是有担忧，是有憧憬。
夜晚，心血来潮时，我会在黑暗中亮一星灯光，追寻方才脑中迸发的灵感，信笔涂写于纸中，反复吟读，独自品味那一份美妙与惊喜，再望着眼前的“杰作”而沾沾自喜……
追梦人的脚步不会停止，她会付出努力或许比常人多几倍，也许，她以后会犹豫、会抱怨、但她一定不会放弃她的梦想，因为她知道，在上戏中文系，有一身影在召唤她……
上戏，虽然我现在对你不熟悉，但，你等我，等我正式迈入你校门的那一天，让我好好了解你。
