I have a beautiful poem with the theme of dreams.

I have a dream that all deserts will become oases, and there will be no more overwhelming sandstorms covering our eyes;

I have a dream that every river is crystal clear, and there will be no dirty bubbles, so that every fish can play happily;

I have a dream that every sky is as blue as washing, no longer smeared by rolling smoke, so that every bird can fly freely;

I have a dream that there will be no more mountains of garbage in every corner of the city, so that every child can grow up healthily on the grass under the green trees.

I have a dream, which is deeply rooted in the dream of the post-90s generation.