The article "Seeking Dreams in Senior One" should be imitated.

Flowers like a girl, looking forward in the sun, want to take a look at her, but she bowed her head and dreamed like snowflakes, staring at the cake one after another, trying to touch it, and the cake had melted in her hand. Dream is like a star, crossing the night sky, trying to see it, it has disappeared into the air. Dream is like a breeze, gently blowing, want to make friends with it, it has gently flown to the horizon. Dream is like a small river, spouting, trying to talk to it, it has run to the field with the river. Dream is like a rainbow, standing in the sky, wanting to dance with it, but it disappears silently.