Only dreams and good girls can't live up to it.

In my twenties, I was full of youth, my blood was boiling, and my heart was full of passion. Even though there were many gaps in my life, my enthusiasm remained undiminished, and the future was promising.

From 18 to 212, it may be that the tail of adolescence has not degenerated, or life has not suffered from Waterloo, and it still seems that it is not mature enough.

At that time, it was fantasy for dreams and imagination for love. Inadvertently, when my mind is more about dreams, and it is no longer fantasy, but believing in hard work and struggle.

Maybe, I haven't seen the final result of my obsession with my dream, but when I lost my mind, I found that I was over twenty and half, and then I remembered that I had neglected love for a long time.

The flowers bloomed that year, but I didn't pick them from afar. I still remember that the flowers were so charming and moving, but I can only think that there was a beautiful flower in the future.

two or three years have passed in a flash, and the twelfth lunar month has come in a hurry.

Today, the most talked about is dreams, once dreams, and girls, future girls.

these days, making money is the most real thing. How can I think too much about other things, especially the kind of love that has been thought for a long time but has not disappeared.

it's not that I don't believe in love, but I still have to love my dream, otherwise, what shall I take to greet you when you come?

just tell me about me! Regarding this protracted war, I think I can persist for at least two years. My family said that they did not support or oppose it. On the contrary, people around me gave me psychological warfare, that is, they surrendered.

I've laid my cards on the table, at least telling me that there are four people who have made friends with me, not counting those drunken people who are not interested in wine.

I, my opinion, have always been open. To put it simply, dreams and good girls can't be disappointed.

Flowers bloom, butterflies come, I work hard, and the weather arranges.

in my twenties, I have imagination, expectations and distant places I love. I want to work hard, forge ahead, pursue, yearn for poetry and exquisiteness, but I am also waiting for a soul that fits me. In this way, life is colorful, but the thick one must have a good girl's footprint.

No matter how rich a person is, if no one shares it with him, the spiritual loneliness is really a hundred years of loneliness.

No matter how poor a person is, if there is an infatuation to guard him, poverty will only be a family member under the roof of happiness.

I never refused, and I didn't care too much, because I always felt there was still time. Because I never know when the good girl will appear, but I don't want to miss the good girl. It's not a sudden love, not a lonely filling, but I'm waiting for the good girl on the road at any time.

how rare it is for a soul to meet, how can it be easily missed!

A hero must have dreams. Those are flowers, and flowers are for girls.

this is the best thing I can think of, and only dreams and good girls can live up to it.