Original text:
I have a bunch of colorful dreams,
Some are long, some are round and some are hard.
They are lying in the pencil box chatting.
As soon as you open it, jump on the white paper.
Where the toes slip,
Big green lawn,
Big red wildflowers,
The blue sky,
Blue-penetrating-bright!
In the dense forest,
Cedar is holding hands,
Please leave a song for the bird.
On the chimney of the hut,
Be an apple-like sun,
Big and red!
My colored pencil,
It is the spirit of the big forest.
My colorful dreams,
It smells like fruit, sometimes it makes the wind.
And the reminder of purple grapes,
Flowing in a stream ...
Imitate:
The forest that the body walks through, all kinds of animals and plants, all kinds of strange, everywhere. It's not surprising that you can tell which ones are tall, which ones are short, which ones are thin, which ones are red and which ones are green. This dream is here.