我还依稀能够记起小时候奶奶和我讲的关于梦想的故事,但那时候因为不懂事,不明白那些所谓的梦想是什么。印象最深刻的是奶奶曾经用感慨的语气说起她年少时的梦想,但是回头来看,那样的梦想早已像凋零的枯枝败叶一样没有了活力。所以,她常常嘱咐我应该要为自己的梦想而奋斗。 I still vaguely remember the story of my grandma and me talking about dreams, but then because of ignorance, do not understand what those so-called dreams are. Impressed most of all, Grandma used to talk about the dream of her youth when she was young, but in retrospect, such a dream has long been as vitile as a withered dead leaf. Therefore, she often asked me to fight for my dream.