Dream of angels
Heyan tired for a day, he fell asleep and came to the kingdom of angels.
"Who are you, please?" Asked the angels. He Yan opened his eyes and saw that the angel in front of him had white wings and long legs to talk to him!
And Yan a little nervous to answer: "I am and Yan, to make a friend!" "Great! Excellent! We welcome you to be our friends The angels cheered. At this time, he Yan relaxed and asked, "where is this?" "This is the kingdom of angels." The angels explained. When the leader came, he said to Heyan, "nice to meet you. Come and visit our country with me." "Yes, yes." They showed Heyan around the library, scenic spots, tunnels, caves, shops, Internet cafes, bars Let Heyan feast his eyes.
"Get up, Heyan!" Mother is calling, and Yan said to himself: "is there really an angel in the world?"
Dream of angels
Every morning, I want to do the same as usual, do the ordinary things. The afternoon was the same as before. At night, the wind blows through the bamboo forest, and the bamboo forest begins to sing.
When I was a child, my mother said to me: Angels are beautiful. I will also naively ask my mother: Mom, when I grow up, I want to be an angel, the most beautiful angel.
Maybe, I miss my mother again! Every time I think of my mother, my eyes will become blurred. Tears will slip down your cheeks. "Mom, I miss you so much."
Maybe I remember that wonderful memory. That night was my first dream of angel when I left my mother.
Dream angel
In every child's dream, there is an angel, who is gentle, lovely and magical.
In my dream, there is also an angel, but it is a different angel.
When I was a child, my heart sprouted a little bud of my dream. I spent every day with my mother and the angel in my dream.
When I was young, the buds grew into saplings. The seeds of hope, ah, occupied my heart. My mother and the angel in my dream accompanied me through every day.
Now, when I was a child, the buds have grown into towering trees. My heart is maturing little by little. Hope is sowing little by little. Seeds are sprouting again.
Accompanied by my mother has always been, it has always been - the angel of the dream.
In every child's dream, there is an angel. It is an angel of dream, an angel of hope.