Tisch
In spring, Dora Rabbit planted a dwarf tree in the open Yuan Ye.
Every day Dora will water and fertilize the young tree and talk to it. Dora sits under the tree every day, quietly imagining that one day, it will finally bloom like a star.
Slowly, the young trees grow taller and taller, and many leaves are singing in the sand in the wind.
Maybe it won't be long before it blooms. Dora thought brightly.
One day, Dora was watering the young trees. Far away, she saw mother deer coming with a messy pile of wool.
"Oh, Dora, can you help me with these wool?" Mother deer asked.
"Of course." Dora put down the kettle.
They sat in the shade, tidying up the wool, winding it into a round ball and chatting.
"Guess what color flowers this tree will produce?"
"Red, right?"
"Well, I like the blue one."
"That's blue."
"Hee hee ..."
They had a good time. Since then, every day, Mother Deer will sit under Dora's tree for a while, knitting sweaters, gloves and hats ... Of course, she will talk to Dora about young trees. They are waiting for the flowers to bloom together.
One day, Dora was reading a poem to a small tree. At this time, Mrs. Bear from the cake shop passed by with a big honey pot.
"Oh, Dora, can I rest under your tree?" Mrs. Bear said breathlessly.
"Of course." Dora quickly took the heavy honey pot in its hand and took it to the small bench.
"Is this a flowering tree?" Mrs. Bear asked, fanning her fan.
"Yes, I hope that flower has seven petals and smells like cake," said Dora.
"Ha ha, I will."
They had a very enjoyable day. From then on, Mrs. Bear will come to Dora's tree to rest every day. Of course, I have to talk to Dora and Mother Deer about the young trees. They are waiting for the flowers to bloom together.
Another day, Dora was counting how many branches the little tree had. When I counted to nine, Mr. Kangaroo's voice suddenly came from his ear.
"Hey, Dora, it's so cool here. I really want to play a song. " Mr kangaroo is walking in front with his beloved violin.
"Yes, I can help you keep the score." Dora said with a smile.
"That's great." Mr Kangaroo and Dora looked at each other, and the melodious piano music flowed through Yuan Ye like a stream.
They had a good time. Since then, Mr. Kangaroo has always played the piano for a while under Dora's tree every day. Of course, I have to talk to Dora, Mother Deer and Mrs Bear about the young trees. They are waiting for the flowers to bloom together.
Later, Miss Giraffe came, Grandpa Goat came, Aunt Bobcat came … They often gathered happily under Dora's tree. Small trees are big trees now, and lush branches hold up a big green umbrella.
Sometimes they sing and play games. Sometimes they sit together and listen to the old goat telling stories. One day, they were eating snacks brought by Mrs. Bear and listening to Mr. Kangaroo playing the violin. They are waiting for the flowers to bloom together.
It's autumn in a blink of an eye. On this day, the elephant came with its wooden cart. It circled the tree three times and said firmly, "Oh, Dora, this tree won't blossom!" " ! There are many such trees on the other side of the mountain. I have never seen them blossom in all these years! "
Dora was very sad. It looked up at the dense leaves, and tears were about to fall. "Dora, don't be sad. Look, this is the sweater I knitted for you, with your favorite blue flowers on it! " Mother deer knitted the last stitch. Really, what a beautiful sweater. Blue flowers are like stars all over the sky. Dora stopped crying.
"Dora, don't be sad. Tomorrow, oh, no, tonight, I'll ask the clerk in the cake shop to make a seven-petal cake for you, so as to ensure the aroma is fragrant! " Mrs. Bear gave Dora a big hug. Dora smiled.
"Dora, I will play a song for you. This is my new music. " A warm piano sounds like the warmest sunshine.
In this beautiful piano sound, Dora remembered those beautiful days, waiting for the days of flowers with her friends.
At this time, it suddenly felt that whether the tree bloomed or not was not the most important thing! Because, at this moment, countless brilliant flowers are blooming in its heart.