She was carrying a small basket of flowers.
Throw purplish flowers to the earth.
Miss Xia ran to us in high spirits.
She was holding a burning flower basket,
Hang the scorching sun in the air.
Autumn girl rushes to the world,
He waved his wand,
Snowflakes are flying merrily in the air.
Miss Chun came to us in a green shirt.
He called it a continuous spring rain,
Moistening countless seedlings of hope.
Miss Xia's fiery dance is coming.
She sang enthusiastically,
Wake up the cocooned butterfly.
Miss Qiu came in wearing a golden dress.
She hung ripe fruit on the branch,
Turn the seeds of hope into reality.
Winter girl came with dignified steps,
She took the flying snowflake,
Wrap the earth with silver.
Miss Chun, with pigtails and a smile,
She brought warm spring breeze,
Turn the frozen mirror into a trickle.
Miss Xia, sing,
He woke the sleepy golden cicada,
Brought joy to the world.
Miss Qiu, walk steadily,
It blew off the golden leaves,
Pave a golden road.
Winter girl came with hurried steps,
She brought a beautiful gift,
Sprinkle white snow flowers on the earth ...
I don't know whether it's her longing for spring or her nostalgia for summer. ...
Label: Rhythmic Poetry