Epidemic prevention theme of imitation poetry

If I become a small sapling, swaying in the spring breeze. Mom, you water me, let me grow up slowly, the trunk is getting stronger and stronger, and I am no longer blown by the breeze. But can you guess that I am your carefully watered young tree?

I will quietly spread my branches and watch you work.

You smiled when you saw that my branches and leaves were more lush after being watered by rain. I laughed there, but didn't say a word.

When your eyes are tired, I will extend the branches to your window, let you see the green leaves and relieve the fatigue of the day.

When you sit in a rocking chair and return to the yard after working and resting in hot summer, I will throw my shade on the ground to bring you a cool moment.

But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?

When you go to the yard at night and look up at the bright moon, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again, asking you to play games with me.

"I haven't seen you all day. Where have you been? "

"I haven't left you all day, mom." I said with a smile.

Suddenly, I turned into a breeze and played happily in the garden. Mom, can you see me?

When you sit at your desk and do housework, I will wander around you and gently dry the sweat on your head, bringing you a little coolness.

Then, I went to the balcony to dry your clothes. You don't know who did it.

When you have lunch and sit at the window reading Education of Love, I will pull a cloud to block out the sunshine for you.

When you enjoy the cool under the tree, I will drive away all mosquitoes around you to make you more comfortable.

But would you guess that your daughter did all this for you?

Later, I finally fell to the ground and became your child again.

"Where did you go to play again? What a worrying child. "

When you blamed me, I was covering my mouth and snickering.