Write poems about children in the park.

The forest park passes through the neat birch forest, and the tall giant raises his arm and asks for it from the golden bird in the crown, chasing the jumping sunshine, dropping the diamond-shaped crystal and breaking it into pieces. The clean and smooth trees rippled. There is only sunshine among the trees of Shan Ye women bathed in the clear spring, and there are no traces of weeds. The ground is covered with low shrubs and golden leaves covered with ferns. I took a picture of them. The background of the group photo is a neat birch forest parked at the corner of the road and a bird forest. As there was no ticket, I had to stand on tiptoe through a small window covered with barbed wire. I can tell peacock parrots from squirrels. An unknown bird chirped at the girl's fingertips, and there was a game of bougainvillea playing with money. The sun is shining brightly in winter, and young children gather here. This is baked with charcoal fire. Fragrant noon, too late to wipe the corners of the mouth. A piece of golden corn smeared with honey turned a childish face red. There is a little silence about a glass of orange juice in the middle. It is the glass greenhouse that attracts the girls in the botanical garden, but we just lean back or lie on the grass with our fingers wrapped in smoke or a nameless grass lazily spread on us. I heard from the climber. Footsteps in the silent forest looked at my silent face, put my arms around me, and my chest was a little cold. I want to lift her fog curtain and find the tinkling heart of the stream. Her whisper reminds me of my mother. She brought the flower's smile to my heart, and I bowed my head and lifted my feet to quietly harvest the surprise. For example, there is an old black dog in Lu Yu and an old man with his back to me. There are two lovers sitting on their heads. For example, someone is whistling. For example, a little girl ran in front, turned around and waved to her parents, indicating that the innocent child would walk through the quiet forest. How naughty is winter? When a leaf somersaulted in the air, the wind heard his mother's call and secretly left him and slipped away. The leaves fell in the stream, and the stream laughed and laughed around him, throwing him up at once. At this time, dusk returned to the Woods, and the lazy wind became clever and hid in my mother's arms. The sun quickly put away his golden sun. I was fascinated by sitting on the stone, something quietly sank into my heart, and music was playing there.