I opened my eyes and found myself lying on an emerald green field surrounded by cabbages. At this time, I realized that I was dreaming, and I was very excited because I am a person who likes to dream. So I decided to pull up cabbage in this field.
I walked to the corner of the field and saw fresh and tender cabbages with fat roots and green leaves. I picked up a cabbage and pulled it out hard, but I found that the root of the cabbage was very strong, and it took me a lot of effort to pull it out.
The first cabbage I pulled was very small. Although it was green and cute, it was too small, only half the size of a hand. I was not willing to give in, so I continued to pull out other cabbages. Every time I pull it out, I can see a small cabbage wearing black soil, with long roots and strong young leaves. They smell the smell of the soil, continue to absorb the sun, rain and dew, and grow slowly.
I pulled a lot, and my hands were numb, but I still didn’t want to stop, I wanted to pull out a whole field of cabbages, so I continued to work hard. I kept pulling out cabbages until I lay on the field panting and my hands felt numb. Only then did I see that the cabbage I had pulled was already piled into a big basket.
I was very surprised. I never thought that one person could pull out so many cabbages. These cabbages all look different. Some are very big, some are tender, some are straight, and some are crooked. But they all exude a fresh smell, which makes me feel very good. Comfortable.
After pulling out the cabbage, I saw that I had turned into a root of the cabbage. Surprised and curious, I continued to observe the scene around me.
The little cabbages are dancing with the wind, as if they are dancing happily. They danced and sang cheerful songs. The songs were soft and melodious, which penetrated my soul and made me feel happy. They also have matching movements. Once the dance is over, they will fit together like a big piece of cabbage, very harmonious and beautiful.
I have stayed here for a long time and dream about this field almost every day. I don’t know why this happens, maybe it’s because I love cabbage so much. Dreaming about pulling cabbage, although it is just a dream, but I still feel the spirit of hard work and hard work in the process of pulling cabbage. I like to dream about such things, and hope to draw more strength from dreams to move forward bravely and fearlessly. .