To tell the truth, my dream is to grow up, but anything that impresses me or wakes me up is very dreamy, very, very story-telling, and I feel that every movie can be made into a blockbuster.
Share a dream I had recently. I don't know if I'm in love or not, and I don't remember what that boy looks like, except that he is handsome and cold:
Gentle, handsome, tall and thin, but wild, ah, discovery is a very contradictory word, but it is really mixed with the characters in the dream.
I can never see my face clearly, but it burns my heart like a slightly hot volcanic hot spring.
I remember in my dream, on the university campus, the twilight was mottled, and there was a golden halo everywhere, which was warm.
I think it was the weekend. I rode home and said goodbye to him.
But in a blink of an eye, we were all home. His home is one floor higher than mine, lying on a soft bed, looking up, we can see him through the bright glass.
He looked at me with curly hair, lazy and wild hair, and his mouth slightly hooked.
Suddenly, everything was a dream.