I'm thinking about my dream. When I was a kingergartener,I wanted to be a florist. I mention it. I raised a flower when I was a kingergartener. It was very interesting. My mother likes gardening. She often goes to a florist. She purchases some flowers. She obtains cute vase. There are displayed near a windiw. I prefer the scent. They are flagrant. I can't help seeing them without optimistic. I don't think I want to be a florist now.