Dream catching

In everyone's heart, perhaps there is a rose-like wish, and I am full of fantasy, the dream is green, the festival is red, and the wish is my color. Open the garden of dreams, the grass is green and red. In one place and another, I pursue you, a butterfly-like figure.

The seventeen-year-old flower season - a dreamy flower season, in the morning of the dream garden, the belief is the seed, the attachment is the foliage, the enthusiasm is the flower, the emblem is the sunshine, the sweat is the spring rain... and the tears...

The seasons of the flower season, the blue dream filled my blue heart, I often ask myself: What is the future rainbow of my dream? At this time, the dream drifts, the dream of my future rainbow has the sun's red, with daisies The yellow, the green of the grass, is the most beautiful bridge in the world. I understand that dreams are illusory but dreams are not far-fetched. The petals of dreams in memory fall in the heart of the lake, and they can't stop playing in circles. The layers of layers shed tears of countless nights. Looking out the window, the rainy smoke is decorated with the morning mist that has not yet dissipated, and I sit alone in front of the window and look at everything here.

Living in this film, countless cultivators sown colorful flowers, carefully watered them, and vividly wrote the ups and downs of life, so thousands of flowers of life gathered together to form a big garden of life. Although I am still on the edge of society, the starting point of life, but I also want to use my own hands to breed a bright flower, so the dream is more beautiful, dreams become my heart, I work harder to pursue dreams. I understand that dreams need to be brewed. Because of dreams in the flower season, life is no longer boring. Just as the lyrics are accompanied by melody, the pictures are painted with colors and are more colorful.

Night, a quiet night, the crescent moon in the sky, like a gentle mother, a bright little star happily nestled beside her. Looking at the stars, I know that I will have a good dream. Although the dream is illusory, but I am willing to chase dreams, I like to be drunk with the breeze, to speak with the moon, to dream of being a horse, to spur the horse to move forward in the flower season.

I, a flower girl, is not willing to let her soul be corrupted by the world. I like to simply pursue my dreams and pursue my own dreams. Let the garden of the dream bloom and let the beautiful songs of the flower season sing.

Outside the window, the birds are playing the Chaoyang music, and the white clouds under the blue sky are quietly squatting... In this beautiful scenery, in this sky, I firmly believe that as long as I chase my dreams, the dream meal can come true.

Under the dreamy rainbow, I am bathed in the most beautiful sunshine, I am obsessed with dreams.

First grade of Weinan Middle School, Pudong New Area, Shanghai: 111111 He Jun 111111