该我有的,燃不完;不该我有的,丧不来。生活的卑微和梦想的绚丽并不矛盾,不过二者的质感的确截然不同。生活如野草,很皮实,以为自己撑不住了,快崩溃了,但最后还是熬过去了,回头看看也没什么大不了的。人的这口气只要不断,早晚会悠悠地缓转过来。梦想如娇花,是奢侈品也是易碎品,当然也 I have some, endless burning; I should not, can not be mourning. The humble life and gorgeous dreams are not contradictory, but the texture of the two is indeed very different. Life, such as weeds, very leather, I thought I could not stand up, almost collapsed, but finally survived, look back and no big deal. As long as the tone of this person, sooner or later will be slowly over. Dreams like petals, is a luxury goods are fragile, of course