Last night I had a dream that I found a treasure at a friend's house, filled with a pocket of gold coins, and then greedy enough, and wanted to go back to load it, and found that the treasure had been occupied by a group of mad people.
I can't remember how it ended, except for the ecstasy of getting rich overnight in my dreams, which lasted until the moment I opened my eyes, or rather, I didn't want to believe it was fake.
Some say it's an impetuous time, and too many people want to get rich overnight.
Stock markets, lottery tickets, demolitions, artifacts planed out of the field of the home (provided they are not handed over to the state). There are too many ways to get rich overnight.
However, the pie did not hit me on the head.
So I wanted to get rich overnight.
I especially want to.
All of the above is just a complaint, and everyone thinks that I have not bathed for too long and too much mud on my brain. Everyone has a time when they are stretched, is it too mild to say so. Everyone will have a time when I can't open the pot, when I am most depressed, I don't eat for a day, I only have a fifty cent on my body, the bedroom moves, a person sits under the street lamp and nibbles on instant noodles, there is no water, and I roll my eyes. I was nineteen that year, working in the county town, just graduated from high school, still full of good-natured curiosity about the world, chewing the sweetness in my hands with great interest, poverty and life are like the Lion King at the top of the mountain, I am in the shadow of the foot of the mountain, for the sunshine that leaked out, excited.
We are all children of God and were born without enduring poverty and suffering. But we do not live in the kingdom of God, we live in a turbid world, endure loneliness, insults, loneliness, pain, filth, darkness, poverty, hunger, disease, bullying, and trampling, and learn to be arrogant, greedy, selfish, hypocritical, ruthless, insidious, and vicious. Those who do not have a face can live better, and those who do not have a conscience can be exempted from the condemnation of conscience.
But I still want to be a teenager as pure as a white lotus and as windy as the wind! The less who nibbles on instant noodles under the street lamp, no resentment, no confusion, no grievances, just fun.
We can easily become the ones we once hated the most. When I get to the age when I have to worry about money, I have to worry about money. Time is really a bitch, and it is easier to lose ideals than to lose virginity. Although you stand many years later today, you will feel the naivety of that year, and then self-righteously pursue fame and profit, call it a good name, and call it growing up.
When you grow up, you have to say those deceitful hypocrisies in a serious way, you have to touch your conscience to do those things that damage your morality, you have to desperately earn money to support your family, and you have to talk about any ideals, that are all prodigals and bad people. Grind away the edges and corners steadily, earn food with a salary, or have a little courage to marry Bai Fumei as CEO and go to the peak of life. OK, that's it, it's called growing up.
Then don't do any daydreams of getting rich overnight, that's not what a mature person should do.
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I just want to get rich overnight, what's wrong with my overnight riches? I just want to get rich overnight, and I don't really lie in the house waiting for the pie from the sky to hit me. Daydream, romanticism understands?
I just want to get rich overnight
I just want to get rich overnight
I want to get rich overnight.
Well, it's that simple.