Chapter 7 Dream Scroll

when new year comes Dream Lang Carrying good new year's dreams Come to sell on the street. treasure ship sweet new year dreams, Dreams are rare As high as a hill. However well-meaning Dream Lang to the back street Children who can't afford dreams, also quietly put down the dream before leaving. Golden Rice Candy Had a dream. countryside in spring Glass jars in candy store Had a dream. sailing a glass boat across the sea. at the end of the sea in the wide sky turned into a star a dream. The night wind is a naughty wind It's too deserted to pass by alone. Shake the leaves of the acacia tree,

The leaves of the silk tree are shaken, Did a boat ride to Dream. Shake the leaves of the grass, The leaves of the grass are shaken, I had a dream of swinging. The wind at night seems boring Loneliness blows across the sky. The sleeping child boarded the train, The train left Sleeping Station. The train passes through the land of dreams, On the earth covered with colorful stones, Run along the red track. bright moon, red clouds, On the top of the glass tower, Suddenly a bright white star flashed. All the vistas slide through the car windows, The train arrived at the station where the dream woke up.

gift from the land of dreams, No one can bring it back. On the way to the land of dreams, Only the Sleeping Train knows. If the dream is real, the real is a dream How wonderful that would be! Because there are no rules in dreams, How wonderful that would be! Day passed and night came, I'm not a princess, The moon cannot be picked by hand, Can't get into a lily, The hour hand can only turn to the right, People die and never come back to life, If there were no such rules, That would be great. If only dreaming of these real things now and then, How wonderful that would be!

The adults must be thinking, Children don't need to think about things. So when I steer my boat, Finally found a small island, As I was about to pass through the gate of the castle on the island, The grown-ups suddenly turned on the gramophone. I tried desperately not to hear those voices, I want to continue the story, But if you don't pay attention, the singing will come in Steal my island and my castle. if i were a boy, I want the world to be my home, Be a pirate. I'm going to paint the boat navy blue, Hang up the sky-blue sails, No matter where I go, no one can find me.

Sailing on the wide sea, If you meet a ship from a strong country, I said majestically: "Lake water, come up!" If you meet a ship from a weak country, I said kindly: "Everyone, please share the stories of your hometown, Leave it to me, one each. " However, such pranks, Only do it in your free time, my most important job, is to find those The one who smuggled the treasure of the story to the country of "the past" The boat of the bad guys. If their ship is found, I will valiantly defeat them, Take back treasures one by one, Cloak of invisibility, magic lamp,

Singing Tree, Seven Mile Boots... My ship is full, The sea-blue ship rides the wind with full sail, under the blue sky, On the calm blue sea, Sailing far away. if i were a boy, I will definitely go. I want to go fishing. when i grow up, On a calm day like today, Little pebbles on the beach see me off, I am brave and alone. I will go to an island. I was caught in a violent storm, Dawn after seven days and seven nights, I've finally reached what I've been longing for That, that shore of that island. I will write. In the hut I built alone, I ate happily alone, The red fruit that I picked alone.

While writing: To friends far away in Japan. (By the way, you must remember to bring letter paper Also take the pigeons. ) So I will wait. Those who always bully me, city ​​kids, will come to play with me, Come and see my red boat. Yes, I will wait. Lying down like this now, Looking up at the blue sky and sea. The green path, the dew-sprinkled path, At the end of the path, there is a rose house. The house of roses that shakes with the wind, The house of roses where the fragrance of flowers wafts along with the wind. The Rose Fairy through the window, With little golden wings,

Talking to neighbors. I knocked lightly on the door, The window and the fairy are gone, Only the flowers are left to sway with the wind. in the rosy morning, The rose town I visited. that day I am a little ant. Rescued by the brave prince, The princess returned to the castle. The castle is still the castle it used to be, The roses still bloom, But the princess is lonely for some reason, Always look up at the sky all day long. (The magician is terrible though, But being turned into a bird In the boundless sky, Stretching white shining wings, I miss the time when I traveled to faraway places. )

Flowers are flying in the street, The banquet in the castle continued. lonely princess, Alone in a garden at sunset, She does not look at the bright red roses, Just keep looking at the sky. Glass looking empty, Transparent and bright. But A lot of glass piled up, As blue as the sea. Word like ants There are black and small. But Many words come together, But can write the story of the golden castle. than all the world King's palaces add up, Ten thousand times more beautiful. ---It was a starry night sky. than all the world Queen's clothes add up, Ten thousand times more beautiful.

---It is the rainbow reflected in the water in the morning. than starry space And the rainbow reflected in the water in the morning, add it all up, Ten thousand times more beautiful. ---That is the land of God beyond the sky. Messenger of Father Sun, Come down from the sky together. On the road met the wind from the south, Nanfeng asked: "What are you going to do?" A messenger replied, "I will cast light on the earth, Make people work. " A messenger said cheerfully, "I will make the flowers of the whole world bloom, Make the world a happier place. "

A messenger said kindly, "I'm going to build a big arch bridge Let the pure soul pass through. " The last messenger was very lonely, "I was to be a shadow, I just went with everyone. " the flowers withered, But in the garden of the Bodhisattva of the Western Paradise, The flower soul will regenerate without leaving any flowers. Because flowers are so kind, When the sun calls it, It burst open, showing a smiling face, Sweet honey is given to butterflies, All the fragrances are given to the people, The wind told it to go, It followed obediently, Give me even the withered petals Made a homemade meal. The seeds I planted A small peach tree grew. Although this is my only doll, Let me bury it in the corner of the yard. I will endure being alone, Wait patiently for two new shoots to emerge. Till the little sprout grows, In three years it will bloom, Bear little dolls in autumn, I'll pluck them from the tree, Give one to every child in the city, Because the doll tree bears fruit. If you are with your mother, I would hate to take a shower. Because my mother is always watching me, Rubbing and rubbing like washing a pot. If I'm alone, I would love to take a shower. In the bathtub, you can do many things, my favorite, On chips floating on the water, Put some soap boxes, and some powder, Small bottle with a chipped mouth or something. (It was full of delicacies, gold table, I am the king of India, Soaked in the flowers full of white lotus and red lotus in the beautiful bath, Enjoy a cool dinner. ) Things like playing with toys in the bathtub, Mom has not allowed it for a long time, Sometimes the petals of the neighbor's house, Will fall into the tub and become a boat, Sometimes my fingers, Will grow like magic. Although no one knows, Actually, I like to take a bath. I now, Is the king of Saudi Arabia. Mountains, valleys, fields and rivers, I can create whatever I want. Even the king in fairy tales, It can't be like this, Feel free to transform your own mountains and rivers. I now, What an amazing king. Suddenly remembered, that small town, Red roofs by the river. Also, the green river White sails on the water, Quietly, quietly, move. And, on the grass by the river bank, The young painter uncle, Staring blankly at the river. Also, what am I doing? Why can't I remember? It turned out that these were borrowed from others. The pictures in the book. the bird with straw make its nest. that straw Who did it? mason with stone Make tombstones. that stone that stone Who did it? I with sand Make bonsai. that sand that sand Who did it? The paper windows in the house are like a tall building. White beautiful stone building, Twelve stories up to the sky, There are forty-eight rooms in total. A fly lives in a room, The rest of the rooms are empty. forty-seven rooms, Who will live in? that open window, Which child will look in? ---The window is when I get angry, Ditto with your fingers. I watched for a long time alone, The blue sky seen from the small window, It got dark a little bit. little bird, little bird, What did you use to make the nest? I use straw, a nest made of straw. little bird, little bird, Straw is not suitable for your nest. So what should I use to make a nest? With blue thread the color of your feathers, With black silk thread the color of your eyes, With red silk thread the color of your mouth shell, Three, three-coloured threads, Weave it, weave it into your nest.