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.
