A grateful heart
Bathing in the sunshine of love, feeling the moisture of love, listening to the language of love, walking on the road full of love. Where does love come from? From my mother's arms. Maternal love is a cup of strong tea, and maternal love is the cradle of warmth. Where does love come from? Greetings from my mother. Maternal love is an umbrella in the rain, and maternal love is a cotton-padded coat in the cold wind.
Therefore, I want to taste that cup of tea with gratitude. Therefore, I want to listen to nagging with gratitude. I had to be grateful and gently called out, "Mom!" " "
The idea of winter
Autumn wind rises and leaves float. Standing in the wind, I feel a little cold. Picking up a leaf, I suddenly felt sad. Leaves, leaves. Why does autumn wither? Why not? How I hope that one day, when I walk under the tree, there are no leaves. I hope to have a place that is evergreen all the year round. I like green, and I prefer the green world.
Mother of the motherland
You are the blue sky, we are birds flying high, the mother of the motherland, you are the vast ocean, we are cheerful fish in the sea, the mother of the motherland, you are rich and beautiful grassland, we are happy and naughty lambs, ah, the mother of the motherland, you are kind, children should study hard, make progress every day, work hard since childhood, and add luster to you when they grow up.
Blue fog, blue clouds; Blue ripples, blue tidal sound. The boundless sea, like a big jade mirror, reflects the sky, and it turns blue; Reflected on the birds, the birds turned blue. Looking up, the sky has turned into a sea cloud, a turbulent wave; That bird is a flock of fish coming and going.
If I were a snowflake, where would I fall? I would like to fall into the river, become a drop of water, and play with small fish and shrimp. I want to float to the square, build a fat snowman and watch you smile. I prefer to jump on my mother's face, kiss her, kiss her and melt happily.