英语美文：呵护你的梦想

以下是小编整理的情感类英语美文欣赏：呵护你的梦想， 希望使你的心灵有所触动。

当梦想遭到现实的撞击时，总会发出凄美的破碎声。心灵被梦想的碎片刺痛，散落的碎片上还残留着斑斓的颜色。然而，心灵的疼痛却有着催人成长的力量。梦想的幻灭，是因为它没有得到精心的照料。去呵护你的梦想吧!勇敢地站在舞台中央，跳一曲快乐的人生芭蕾。

My dream ended when I was born. Although I neverknew it then, I just held on to something that wouldnever come to pass. Dreams really do exist. But inthe morning when you wake up, they areremembered just as a dream. That is what happenedto me.

I always have the dream to dance like a beautiful ballerina twirling around and around andhearing people applaud for me. When I was young, I would twirling around and around in thefields of wildflowers that grew in my backyard. For hours I would dance as if people werewatching me. I would dance so fast that I would forget where I was, until I would hear soundsthat reminded me of where I really was. I thought that if I twirled faster everything woulddisappear and I would wake up in a new place. Reality woke me up when I heard a voice saying, "I don't know why you bother trying to dance. Ballerinas are pretty, slender little girls.Besides, you don't have the talent to even be a ballerina." I remember how those wordsparalyzed every feeling in my body. I feel to the ground and wept for hours.

We lived in the country by a nearby lake and I would sometimes go there to hide. My parentswere never home anyway and I did not like to be at home where I could hear the walls talking ofpain. When they were home, my mother just yelled and criticized because nothing was everperfect in her life. She dreamed of a different life but ended up living in a country far away fromthe city where she believed her dreams would have come true.

I enjoyed hanging out by the water. I would sit there for hours and stare at my reflection.There I was, looked nothing like a pretty ballerina dancer. Reflections don't lie. Once the waveswould come, my reflection was gone. Washed away just like my dream to dance. I sat therestaring at the water, hoping that my reflection would reappear and be different.

As I grew older, I began to realize that the reason my dream was even born in the first place,was because it was something that was inside of me. The dream I had was never nurtured andcared for, so it slowly died. It's not that I wanted it to die, but I allowed it to die the day Istarted listening to the words, "You can't do it." When I finally woke up from many years ofdreaming, I realized that you can't settle for dancing in the wildflowers, you have to move on tothe platform. I still go to the lake sometimes and sit there. Looking at my reflection isdifferent now too. When I was young, I looked at how others saw me, now that I am older andwiser; I look at how God sees me.