My Dream

　　I dream I have wings. So I can fly high up in the sky. First, I will fly all the way up to the treetops. I want to talk with the birds. But I can’t speak bird language. But in America, Canada, Australia, New Zealand or England. There might be some special birds that can speak English. So I can talk with them.

　　But that isn’t as high as I want. I will fly all the way up to the clouds next. I really want to touch the white clouds. Is it as soft as the cotton? And I want to see how the storm clouds pour rain down to the earth.

　　But I still want to go up higher. All the way up to the moon. I want to meet Chang’e on the moon. I want to see her dance and listen to her sing. I want to see in her house. If she has a computer. I will ask her if she can give her QQ number to me. So I can chat to her at home. I also want to see the monkey outside her house on the tree. Is he still active? And I want to see her rabbit if she have any bunnies now. I will ask Chang’e if I can take one home and play with it. It can be my pet. And we’ve got lots of food for it to eat in our home.

　　Of course, I’m not brave enough to fly to the sun. Because I’m worry that the sun will burn my feathers down.