The opening poem of Alice in Wonderland. Thank you.

Alice's adventure began in the miracle world. On a golden afternoon, we took a leisurely slide. Use our oars, use small skills, and imitate with small arms; Although the small hand is a futile cover to guide us to roam in the three realms. Ah, it's too difficult! At this moment, these fantastic weather, begging for a feather story, can't breathe to stir up the smallest! However, how did this begin to be opposed with its poor voice: three tongues together? Overbearing flashed her letter first. Nonsense. In the voice of Seconda, I hope that "Temperance will observe a minute's silence for the sudden interruption of Tertia's story, although it will not be more than once. Alias won, moving on the land in their children's fantasy of pursuing dreams, through a magical wild and new friendly conversation with birds or beasts, half believing that it will always be true, the story flowed out of the well, vaguely fighting for a tired person, with the theme of "future rest time" and "this is the next time!" There is joy in the voice. So the story of fairyland grew up: so slowly, one ancient event after another was finalized, and now the story is over, we are at home at the helm, a happy crew, and the sunset below. Alice. The childish story happened. With its gentle hand, the childhood dream was wrapped in the mystery of memory, just like the withered flowers of pilgrims and the garlands plucked from distant lands.