我们是农村青年。 我们有梦。我们的梦,不是风花雪月的浪漫,金戈铁马的传奇。我们的梦,深植于家乡的泥土,如一棵遒劲的古松,直伸向高远的天空。 身在农村,却生就一颗不安现状的心;身为女子,却多了一片不让须眉的胸襟,痛苦、迷悯的时候,不会长久地拥被哭泣;尴尬、失败的时候,更会高昂起头,蔑视那无知的白眼与讥讽……总想在平常里掘出点什么,总想在生命里创造点什么。陌生的人流中,总有一个徘徊寻 We are rural youth. We have a dream. Our dream is not a romantic, golden legend. Our dreams are deeply rooted in the soil of our hometown, such as a gigantic old pine that extends straight into the lofty sky. In the rural areas, but gave birth to an uneasy heart; as a woman, but more than a disdain for the mind, pain, compassion, will not be long to be crying; embarrassment, failure, more Will be very high, contemptuous ignorance and sarcasm ... ... always want to find something in the usual, always want to create something in life. A strange stream of people, there is always a wandering search