Dream like a faith

Your dream sounds like a pupa breaking the cocoon under a leaf.

Like someone has just climbed a mountain.

Like a star twinkled at night.

Like a candle flickering in front of the little girl who makes a birthday wish.

A crystal being shaped

A carrousel runs and runs

A beautiful songs being played

Like the sun goes up and down

Like the whirligig of time and life

Like a silvery butterfly at the flaming roes,

A fly of time, a fly of music

With a hope in its wings

Like a night of New York

Like the sky wheel.

A typewriter on paper, like a spirit in the love

Which fairy cooked a dinner use stars, like hundreds

The rain stopped, like a faint.

Like a tsunami.

When i first came to school

When i first came to a new school

snow covered the trees

frozen path line to the school

i was worried

the pretty boy goes by

and grined said hello to me.

Proverb ^ ^

"Against the clocking"

i have no time

i don't like you lie

so go and find your night

find someone help and type

you will be fine

i try to go and fight

with the clock at night.

My earliest memory

 

My Earliest Memor

As the people get very busy, they always don't have time to recall their memories. However, the earliest memories are always very precious and flimsy. My earliest memory is very important to me and it is about a very beautiful tree which locate in my grandfather's backyard.

In my childhood. The tree was not only very lofty but also very  majestic because it was very tall and large. For instance, I remember when I was very young.  I have to rise my head really hard to look at the whole tree. and if I want to reach the leaves, I need to get a ladder. The tree has many leaves which the sunshine even can not go thought it. The shape of the tree is indistinct in my mind now.

In the earliest memory, the tree has a very small swing. I remember when I was 5 years old, my grandfather and my oldest brother made the swing which used the crotch of the tree. The swing was very small and comfortable. I play it almost everyday when I was 5. 

 

The appearance of the tree is vague in my memory now. But I still remember there are a lot of delicate flowers grow on the tree. White and pink petals crowned together and broomed between the leaves. In the fall, the flowers will float down. Many petals become a soft carpet on the ground.

In my childhood, the tree company with me for a long time. It is my best and earliest memory. 

Book Spirit (My sedentary life

I wake up at 7:00

The book that i read yesterday is right on my right side

The sun rise and all pull out of the window tightly

The dream i had is about my native land-

a really small village with a beautiful view quietly

I believe there are a lot of people who are sedentary.

Stay at home for a whole day and read books

There is a old saying back in China.

"Traveling thousands of miles equals reading thousands of books"

I can fly and swim in the books

I can dream and draw in my imagination.

I would like to go to the park and read a whole book in a day instead of go hiking with my friends in an hour.

I  love to spend time with them, i just a little bit lazy of physical movement.

I love to stay.

In the world where it belongs to me.