Write a poem with ink painting

sky

The blue sky,

White clouds are floating.

Kites are swaying under white clouds,

Thin thread.

For a long time,

Birds join in the fun.

school

I can't hear birds singing on the branches.

It's just that the sound of reading spread all over the campus

The book flipped gently on the table,

Ink flowed slowly from the nib.

In front of the teacher, hands in the air.

I also want to speak my mind to the teacher.

Flowering shrub

The butterfly stopped on the green leaves and flapped its wings gently.

Dragonflies fly quietly in the sun.

Green grass covered the whole clearing,

Naughty children play with each other,

Laughter and laughter blend into the whole grass.

"Ha ha ha-"

"Ha ha ha-"

Rongshuxia

Water drops roll on the green lotus leaves,

Frogs croak rhythmically.

Clusters of branches and leaves cover banyan trees,

I want to taste the books under the tree.

I don't know if I'm in reality,

But indulge in a beautiful fairyland.

Wow-

Childhood is like an ink painting.

Free,

Don't worry.

I was intoxicated with it,

Write a beautiful music

The sun tries to radiate heat,

Green leaves are also complaining that the weather is too hot.

Long wooden pole top

Sticky dough,

Is slowly moving towards

Cicada is wiping sweat.

Suddenly there was the sound of flapping wings.

Broke the quiet wilderness,

I heard the rapid and long chirp of cicadas.

Laugh with children.