Writing a poem with the theme of "My Dream" requires 20 original lines.

When I was a child, I had a beautiful dream of flying in the literary sky. For this dream, I climbed from Shushan to Shanghai to pick the sacred fruit of knowledge to feed my dream. I knitted a beautiful wreath to dress up my dream. I collect petals and grass tips to nourish my dreams. For this dream, I am intoxicated with the wisdom of my predecessors. I went to Confucius' school I went to Mencius' Dojo. I accompanied Sima Qian's prison car and stopped at the Miluo River of Qu Yuan. I sang wine for Li Bai, I held grass for Du Fu to keep out the cold, I heard Lu Xun's cry, and I felt the romance of Aileen. I even crossed the ocean, saw the petrel of Gorky flying in the wind, and heard the melodious bell of Notre Dame de Paris. Inadvertently, I changed the bag on my back. I lost my dream of living in my arms, struggled in reality, and got the certificate one by one, but got nothing. There is no joy of success, only a touch of loss and melancholy. I vaguely heard the cry in my heart. I found my dream. At this moment, she has become pale. She was haggard with hunger. She has made me deeply blame myself and hurt my heart. She made me regret it for a long time, worked hard, stood up, kissed my dream and packed my bags. Let's find the place where our dreams come true. This time, I won't forget you. We will live and die together until the paradise we dream of.