Imitate the modern poem The Word of the Sun, the first volume of the sixth grade.

Moon, close your window, close your door, let me dream, let me dream of your dream.

I bring silver bouquets, I bring the fragrance of haze flowers, I bring light and warmth, I bring crystal dew.

Sleep, sleep, lie in a warm bed, close your dark eyes, let your dreams see my light, let your dreams be like huts in the Woods, open their windows all day, and let me fill your dream space with bouquets, fragrance, light, warmth and dew.