On the Days I Love

I once longed for the heat of a thousand suns, Pretending to be a princess and going to save the dragon, Broken fairy tales are broken realities. Do you think your parents will scold you when they come back? The willow trees at the entrance of the alley swayed with catkins on the ground, and the mulberries in the square dyed my childhood shoes purple. I patted the ball and counted the circles. The handle of the pink skipping rope was so sticky. The electric fan was spinning loudly, and even though I was still breathing, I was waiting for the coolness. Addition and subtraction is the maze of life. Look at the pictures and write the sentences to make your imagination run wild. I carry angel wings on my back, long for the trident, make the bed sheet a queen's shawl, The locust trees hang worm fruits, and half of an uncomposed tune is hidden in the school bell. My dear, can I meet you through the wind? If you leave, I won't be able to catch you. Can I cross the sea, cross the island, can I find it in the mountains and fields, Your flying far wings, I also want to dream, At the end of the dream is the dawn in the wilderness, where lilies bloom and fairies flap their wings, Billions of forgotten innocence, written in the composition and got low marks, The clouds of childhood are so soft, retaining the elves and weaving memories. On the days I love, I am me.