Kimbo
The evening breeze is hidden among the flowers.
No more whistling,
No more noise,
Like to sleep, quiet.
In fact, it is talking to flowers:
I want a room,
I have a family,
I want a father and a mother.
Green leaves and safflower answer together:
Green leaves when your father,
Honghua is your mother,
This flower is your home.
(Selected from China Children's Literature)