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A Pure and Serene Fantasy |
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I adore the color blue, whether it's a monotonous shade of deep blue or a gentle
and comforting shade of light blue. Blue is pristine, profound, and even cute.
That's why my favorite dream is a pale blue one.
Sitting quietly by the window, gazing up at the pale blue sky, looking down at
the pale blue lake, admiring the pale blue mountains, and contemplating the pale
blue trees... this is my beloved pale blue dream.
Returning home, a pale blue television, a pale blue sofa, a pale blue telephone,
a pale blue wardrobe, a pale blue desk, a pale blue bed... Everything is pale
blue, as if I'm in a kingdom of pale blue, and no words can describe it.
Walking on the street, busy people wearing pale blue clothes flow incessantly.
Even the cars on the road and the buildings on the roadside are draped in pale
blue veils, competing to show off their beauty.
Is this a fantastic symbol? No, it's not. It's my pale blue dream.
Do you have a pale blue dream? I'm not sure, but what I'm sure of is that I love
my pale blue dream the most.
It seems that from the moment I was born, destiny had determined that I would
love the color blue. From childhood to now, my favorite drawing books are filled
with pale blue as numerous as the stars in the night sky, while other colors are
as scarce as water in the desert. Maybe I'm just a girl who loves blue, like a
bird flying freely in the sky.
I'd love to lie on a pale blue grass field, cuddle with a pale blue boulder,
pick up a handful of pale blue flowers, and sprinkle them on my pale blue dream
body. It's so cozy. These pale blue flowers intoxicate me, the pale blue grass
soothes me, and the pale blue sky makes me happy, because they all have the pale
blue taste.
A shooting star, a pale blue shooting star. Gazing at the world alone, it casts
a pale blue light that illuminates my heart. Although it's dim, it leaves behind
a pale blue smiling face. It remains in my heart forever, eternal.
Pale blue dream, my dream. |
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