First, a wish is like a seed, planted in the soil of the "heart"; Desire is like a boat, sailing on the ocean of "heart"; Desire is like a colorful thread, weaving the world in our hearts.

Second, wishes are like a small river, winding but running endlessly; My wish is like a star, looming but striking; My wish is like a grass, seemingly fragile but tenacious.

Third, wish is a shade in the heat, a beam of sunshine in the darkness, and a beacon to guide ships.

Desire, like a stream, flows in the land of love. Small as it is, it can water the green hope.

Fifth, the desire is like the wind, but you can't always catch your hair; Desire is like rain, which makes people feel excited but can't be dried; Wishes are like fog. I can't see or smell them, but I still don't want to stop.

A wish, like a seed, can produce the most beautiful flower even if it is small.