雪野茫茫,小草有它的梦,在冰天雪地里怀抱着梦想等待,于是在春风骀荡时,它才用两片绿叶问候春天;落红纷纷,花儿有它的梦,不再留恋,只为“化作春泥更护花”;征途迢迢,大雁有它的梦,那是南方湛蓝的大海、温暖的阳光,无论多远、多累,梦会给它另一双翅膀。我喜欢做梦,梦想变成一只雄鹰,与天空 In the snow field, the grass has its dreams. In the snow and ice, it embraces dreams and waits. Then when the spring breeze fluctuates, it uses two green leaves to greet the spring. After the red blossoms, the flowers have their dreams, and they no longer linger. To “transform the spring mud to protect the flowers”, the wild geese have their dreams. It is the blue sea and the warm sunshine in the south. No matter how far or tired, the dream will give it another pair of wings. I like dreaming, dreams become an eagle, and the sky