七堇年说:“在梦境溶解的时刻，记忆凝固成一座雕塑。 ”
其实，在梦想产生的时候，心里也会有一座城堡。
十一月，是幻梦的季节。梦的起点，是英语课前的speech ，主题是my dream 。
学校的冬季，就连阳光也显得惨淡无力。整个校园像一幅塞尚的静物画，有风，却没有树叶的沙沙声。我撮着手心的汗，开始my speech 。
My dream is to be a poet …I want to buy an island somewhere in Australia .There I may have some sheep on the grass with her .Then I may look into her bright eyes and she will wear her specific smile and you know
