1, Grandpa's Beard Grandpa is sitting on a cane chair, and one hand is slowly stroking his long white beard. Grandpa wants to tell a story.
Was the story in the Woods written by a bird? Are the stories in the sea packed in shells? Grandpa's story, like the stars in the sky, is endless. Where did it come from?
Brother said grandpa's story was hidden in his stomach. Why is there no story in your stomach? My sister said that grandpa's story was in his mind. Why is there no story in my head?
No, grandpa's story must be hidden in a long white beard, like a bird in the forest and a shell in the sea. Otherwise, why does Grandpa always stroke his long white beard slowly with one hand when telling stories?
For some reason, grandpa shaved off his long beard. Adults say grandpa is young. But grandpa hasn't told stories for a long time. Is grandpa's story shaved with a long beard? I'll ask grandpa. Grandpa is writing something slowly with a brush. Grandpa wants to write a book and tell his story to more children.
Is grandpa's brush made of beard?
2. Singing and walking in rainy days, who is walking in the Woods? The road in the Woods is slippery, and it rains heavily in the Woods!
It is Xiao Rong who goes to grandma's house. She is wearing red overshoes, holding a flower umbrella and singing a beautiful song.
Singing, the road will not slip, the rain will not be heavy, and you will not be tired after walking for a while.
Really, you see, the little rabbit is behind Xiaorong, and there is a big leaf on the top. The little rabbit is singing.
The road is really not slippery, and the rain is really not big!
Look, look, the little squirrel comes with its tail, and the sika deer comes with beautiful horns. "wheezing-""wheezing-"here comes the little wild boar again.
The little wild boar said awkwardly, "but I don't have an umbrella, and besides, I don't know what song to sing!" " "
At this time, a golden monkey with a big lotus leaf jumped down from the tree and landed on the wild boar. "Let me be your umbrella!" ! There are songs everywhere in the Woods! "Said the golden monkey.
Really, the Woods are full of songs! Xiaorong sings the song of small wild flowers, the rabbit sings the song of grass, the squirrel sings the song of picking pine nuts, and Sandel sings the song of small mountain spring-small wild boar. When it was in a hurry, it sang the song of wild hawthorn.
Singing, singing, Xiaorong's grandmother's house has arrived.
3. A kid talking and laughing is playing hide-and-seek with his mother in the Woods.
Two pink butterflies flew away from their mother, chasing long locks and drifting into the flowers.
"Mom, look for it and see where I am hiding?"
Mother deliberately didn't go to see the flowers, but walked to a big tree. The tree shook gently, making a sound of going, going, and clusters of small mushrooms stood under the tree with umbrellas.
"Mom, don't look behind the big tree. There are birds there. Don't scare it away." Mom stopped, still not looking at the flowers, but deliberately pushed the grass tree away with her hand. A big-bellied slug was disturbed, and a tall boy jumped to the top of the grass and swung leisurely on the swing.
"Mom, don't look into the grass tree, there is a rabbit there, don't scare it away!"
At this time, my mother stood on tiptoe and walked step by step to the flowers. The child closed his eyes and giggled. Suddenly, the mother hugged the child.
The child raised his face and asked inexplicably, "Mom, how did you know I was hiding in the flowers?"
My mother said sweetly, "My little daughter is a talking and laughing chrysanthemum!" " "
4, Xiaobai Today, the world suddenly became so beautiful!
I have been expecting snowflakes for a long time. When I dream, it has quietly covered the whole world.
The bare trees are white, the yellow mountains are white, and the road in front of my house is white. I seem to have come to the hometown of Baiyun.
Snow White, will you stay here forever?
Many feet, walking through the snow; Many wheels are rolling on the snow. There are messy ruts and footprints in the snow.
I really want to say loudly: "the whiteness here is the life of snowflake, don't dirty her!" " "
On the roadside, there is a piece of snow, which has not been trampled, leaving a piece of white. I ran there and stopped an uncle:
"Uncle, please go there!"
My uncle was surprised, smiled at me and walked around me.
I also smiled and said to myself, I want to stay here and protect this little whiteness, just like protecting a beautiful dream.