My Dream

　　I’m longing for a weekend. It’s happy and it’s free. This is my dream.

　　At this weekend, I don’t have to play the violin; I don’t have to draw pictures; Olympic Maths is far away from me; Handwriting doesn’t bother me.

　　I can play and I can sing; I can do everything interesting. No one can stop me.

　　Oh, what a happy weekend! But, it’s only my dream. I hope it will come true.