真诚与理想的距离是不大的,希望在理想失败后也是不会泯灭的。一个朋友的信中再次出现了“理想”一词,它刺痛了我的双眼。在现在来谈理想,就像上个世纪八九十年代说要学雷锋一样,引来的多是不解甚至嘲讽。当夜,我失眠了。记得我刚走上讲台时,我就给我的学生出了一个作文题:我的梦想。那是1994年,我还是一个毛头小伙子,现实的墙壁还没怎么撞到,理想也正炽热。但我现在已不敢把“我的理想”这样 The distance between sincerity and ideals is small, and hopefully will not diminish after the ideal fails. A friend’s letter appeared again, “ideal ” the word, it hurt my eyes. Talking about the ideal now is just like trying to learn from Lei Feng in the 1980s and 1990s. It often leads to misunderstanding and even ridicule. Night, I am insomnia. I remember when I first went to the podium, I gave my students a composition question: my dream. It was 1994, I was still a feather boy, the real wall has not yet hit how, the ideal is also hot. But now I’m afraid to put “my ideal ” like this