My favorite basketball is full of boy's charm and sunshine. I want to throw my dreams into my basket again and again. My dream is just to be released happily. Every time I perform in a lonely stadium, every drop of sweat is a joy. I like my hair to be slightly wet with sweat, and I jump actively. When I am old and can't jump, I can still cheer for my children and grandchildren.
My favorite Lu Xun, do you also walk under the lamp, looking for your dream? Your language is a dagger, cutting the flesh and blood of the nation. Can I do things as smoothly as you do? I am a poor man! I still insist on unrealistic dreams! How long will it take me to see the world clearly!
When will my favorite music have my melody? I want to be a star, acting, singing, putting joys and sorrows on my chest, can I sing myself to tears with a broken voice?
I like writing, stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke I want to be a calligrapher, make a cup of fragrant tea, sit on the rattan chair under the grape trellis, and shake the tortuous or blunt strokes. Perhaps the catkins are dancing in March, or the catkins are vigorous. I don't know whether they are elegant or vigorous, so I'm confused.
Back to reality.
My dream is to have a lot of money to satisfy my life. I am not a saint, much less a good person. Of course, having money is a good thing. No money, nothing. Don't talk to me about feelings, it hurts money.
The realistic dream, of course, is to get along well with everyone. Nobody hates me. The more people love me, the better. However, unless I am RMB.
Well, my last dream is that I can go to college. Whether it's billiards, basketball, writers, calligraphers or stars, it's just my fantasy. Billiards taught me to be a gentleman, basketball taught me to be proud and enterprising, writing taught me to be quiet and devoted, and calligraphy taught me to be flexible. My dream can only come true in my dream, otherwise, can I sleep in the university with my cell phone headset plugged in?