yesterday night, i made a dream. dream of a talking dog it says: "are you primary school?" i say: "yes!" "can you * me to put on the volcano bag off?" it said: "ok, you come to me." bounded, flew into the volcano, my back schoolbag, look down, wow! so high! the following is really beautiful! i was flattered to appreciate beauty, at this time, the ear spread "get up, going to be late." mother's voice. oh! the original is a dream! __
