On a starry night, I put on the wings of my dream and rode the warm wind to the field of hope.
In the field of hope, all kinds of flowers bloom forever. Pavilion of white lotus, the magnificent peony, small and delicate starry sky, fragrant and charming hyacinth, the wind and snow white plum, a rustling spider orchid ......
In the field of hope, there are countless birds. Colorful parrots, dancers, organ birds, lively swallows, majestic and serious eagles......
On the fields of hope, we play and run as much as we want. Playing with the Ferris wheel, and play the exciting roller coaster, where we will always be children, will not grow up. Here we are always happy, never worry, no worries.
In the field of hope, we will never feel lonely, during the day, the elves, small butterflies, small bees, flowers, birds ...... The night, the bright moon, the bright stars, the lovely elves will also accompany you. Oh! I forgot to tell you, there are bugs singing for you.
On the field of hope, we are the masters of time, you can learn what you can't learn from the textbooks. It's the best of both worlds, having fun and learning at the same time.
This piece of pure land, this beautiful home, let us together to create it! Because we all have tomorrow!!!!