Gently, slowly
The clouds seem to whisper.
The sheep on the grassland are as white as snow.
Ah, look, the grass over there is fresher.
Where are the children herding sheep?
Oh ... he picked wild flowers not far away and prepared to give them to his hardworking mother.
Type of college students: There were many dreams in the past.
In this blue sky
When I grow up, these floating dreams disappear.
Become a little star that occasionally shines at night.
I once dreamed of going to the grassland.
To feel endless freedom
To experience the legendary flowers and wine.
However, it has always been
I was thinking.