At the bottom of one’s heart, there is a world, where the reality is never allowed to enter, while the dreams, whether sweet or dreadful, however, can turn out to be true fantastically. There are varieties of methods for me to set foot in this world, such as, falling head over heels into the habitat of Mr. Rabbit, climbing up along a green magic pea vine onto the yellow moon; or traveling by Kansas’ wind flying over the colorful rainbow. Otherwise, I can browse my favorite Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.