These dreams are not projections of the brain at midnight.
It's called a dream because.
It is out of tune with this society.
It's so different!
The sky in my dream is blue.
The sun is slightly drunk and the forest is dense.
White clouds float across the blue sky.
Streams and lakes are crystal clear.
There are fish swimming around.
Simple mountain people work hard.
Vegetables should also be shared with insects.
Grain is the natural harvest of the season.
Cucumber tastes like cucumber.
Old corn or old corn.
Fly in the sky and climb on the ground.
Leave some for them, too
Good citizen, busy with work.
Ride a bike and breathe fresh air.
Warm houses are spacious and bright.
Have a safe meal.
If the police are unemployed, that's the best.
Love is the only thing from beginning to end.
Friendship is from the heart.
This is my dream.
It is a dream that must be called by the world.
But I still have to stick to the projection in my mind during the day.
The world has given me a hotbed of feelings.
I want to use it to protect the only heaven.
Outside the window, the rain has stopped.
The sun rises slowly,
Pour the bath water on the road.
When I was a child, I dreamed
If I were Princess Rose who lived in the forest,
I have a beautiful and moving face,
Wearing a color-changing tulle skirt,
The rose fairy is both a servant and a friend.
All the animals are crawling under my feet,
I rode on the back of a bird,
Fly with it in the beautiful valley
In the book,
Describe Ozma's beautiful garden.
The forbidden fountain spewed a little perfume;
Bilina leads a group of yellow chickens.
Learn how to distinguish flowers, mushrooms and herbs.
If I lived in Oates, emerald city,
So, how happy I should be.
Later, I fell in love with costume novels.
I think,
I am a princess of national subjugation who bears the hatred of her motherland and her family.
Sneak into the enemy.
Hehe, how cool!
In the middle of a small yard full of roses,
There is a small white house.
There is a little girl in it.
A quiet smile is like moonlight,
Milky yellow curls are like waves.
Yes, this is my dream and idea now.
Although I am no longer that naive little girl,
But I'm still a child, aren't I?
At this time, the rain outside the window has stopped for a long time.
Rose said enviously:
Look at the blooming azaleas.