Write a poem to describe a happy scene in one's childhood.

If I were the sun, I would shine my light on the earth and bring vitality to the world! !

If I were a cloud, I would draw pictures for people and make the blue sky into a beautiful picture! !

If I were rain, I would sprinkle myself on the earth to nourish thirsty creatures! !

If I were the wind, I would like to wander in the crowd, bring coolness and drive away the heat! !

If I were a dark cloud, I would cover the sun and warn people that it is going to rain! !

If I were a fog, I would like to stay in the city and add a touch of moisture to the dry air! !

2. Snowflakes are floating in the air.

The white robe covered the cliff,

The river closed the glass doors and windows,

Silver pictures are displayed on the earth.

Ah!

Ice and snow world,

Crystal clear,

Purity,

There is no time.

Some people say that winter belongs to death,

no longer

A gurgling spring,

A misty spring rain,

Tender spring buds;

Some people say that winter is silent,

I lost it.

Summer torrent,

Summer is booming,

Noise in summer;

Some people say that the color of winter is white,

can't compare with

Zishan in autumn,

Red leaves in autumn,

Yellow flowers in autumn ...

I said,

Winter is the most energetic,

Winter is the most enlightening.

In front of teenagers,

It's like a great teacher,

A learned philosopher,

Selfless mother-

Please listen,

Dialogue between seeds and soil:

Due to the thick snow,

Freeze pests, bacteria,

Warm seed doll.

Without mother Dong's kindness,

Where will it be next year?

A gurgling spring,

A misty spring rain,

Tender spring buds ...

Listen,

Painting of flying snow on an iceberg;

Frozen ground glaciers,

Flowing underground snow water,

Gather strength,

Waiting for the explosion.

Without the dedication of Dong's mother,

Where will it be next year?

Summer torrent,

Summer is booming,

Summer noise ...

As for mother Dong,

It's a single white tone,

Look up,

Will see her hair:

Pale pine trees,

Elegant bamboo,

There is a little red in green.

It is plum blossoms that make snow. ...

Ah!

What a rich philosophy,

What a profound inspiration:

Death in winter,

Pregnant with vitality;

The silence of winter,

Save for the outbreak;

It's white in winter,

Can't cover the green red;

Winter textbooks,

It is a synthesis of history, geography, physics and chemistry. ...

In fact, ourselves,

It's a fairy tale in winter.

The snowman we made,

Better than the sand tower on the beach;

The speed at which we skate and ski,

More than swimming and running in spring and summer;

Our team had a snowball fight,

Blood reached the boiling point;

Oh, great!

Winter New Year,

Our laughter,

Playing firecrackers.

Winter for teenagers,

Teenagers in winter,

In full swing,

as beautiful as a picture ...