English poems of primary school students are relatively long.

A little girl's dream

Dreams keep flashing in my mind.

Reflect the memory of a long time ago.

In a place full of fairy tales,

A place that my heart yearns for.

isolated from the outside world

There are streams and meadows to roam,

From a little girl's point of view,

A place that will always be home.

A place where berries grow wildly

Where rabbits and squirrels are seen.

Raccoons can be friends.

Deer are frolicking by the stream.

A world where imagination makes everything come true

A little girl can be a queen.

Daydreams are woven like cobwebs.

But a world where everything is not what it seems.

Because every little girl has to grow up.

Daydreaming is broken in your hands,

You found the home you thought you belonged to.

It's just a simple land.

Flowers don't seem to bloom so brilliantly,

Fairy tales no longer come true,

Because now it's through the eyes of adults,

It's no longer the world you know.

But still ... somewhere deep in my mind.

That place will exist forever.

From the memory of a long time ago

Call me back again and again.

A little girl's dream

A series of dreams passed through my mind,

Reminds me of a long time ago.

The promised land created in fairy tales,

It is the land that my heart yearns for very much.

There is no connection with other places,

There is a clear stream flowing there.

Stroll on the grass.

In the eyes of the little girl,

My home will always be there.

There are all kinds of wild berries there.

You can see rabbits and squirrels there.

Raccoons there can be my friends,

The deer there wandered around along the stream.

In the imaginary world, everything can come true,

Little girls can be queens.

But daydreaming seems to be twisted into a spider web,

Everything in the world is far from imagination.

Every little girl must grow up,

Daydreams are shattered in their own hands.

The home you find belongs only to yourself,

This is just a small piece of uncultivated land.

The flowers don't seem to bloom so brightly,

Fairy tales never come true.

From an adult's point of view, now,

It is no longer the land you are familiar with.

but ....

It will stay there forever.

Somewhere in my heart.

All past memories,

Wave me back many times.