1, living in a desert without water, I have to stretch out a lot of hands and say to all directions: give me water.
2. Tomatoes, you don't grow on trees, but you like to climb the shelves built by farmers. How naughty! When I smile at you, your face turns red.
3, mushroom, why is your gazebo so small, just enough for you to cover yourself. Next time, build a gazebo and make it bigger. I can hide in it, too.
4, leaves, in February and March, the leaves are green; In May and June, the leaves were thick and fell. When did you become bald?
There is a leaf floating on the pond, like a boat. I wonder what it can carry.
6. There is a tree, tall and bare, just like being naked. It turned out that the typhoon swept away his clothes.
7. hey! Why do you have so many beards and they are particularly long? Maybe you should compare them with bearded grandpa!
8. The coconut tree has a long hand. It can't pick the sun during the day and the moon at night. His hands look very long, but they are actually very long.
9. Willow's hair is thin and soft. He couldn't bear to cut it short, so he kept it longer and longer until he covered his face and body. At this time, the wind came to help him comb his hair. Willow said: No, thank you for your messy comb.
10, the tree is a pavilion that cannot be blown down. When the farmer is tired, he will run to him to have a rest. He never abandoned anyone.
1 1. This tree has many hands. He wants to catch the clouds and stars in the sky. This tree has a lot of hair and is not afraid of animal attacks, but it is afraid of storms.
12, take root, it's strange that you have so many fingers; Stranger still, your fingers touch the soil, and more little fingers are born. If I had so many fingers, I could do more.
13, the dark bamboo forest, the sound of the wind, the beauty under desolation, the quiet night scene, at this moment, the soul is so elegant. Fireworks, that gorgeous gorgeous, short stay, for a while, leaving only traces of dissipation. Listen to ... what a wonderful sound of nature. The wind is quietly solo and the bamboo forest is dancing. It's an honor. I am their audience. The light penetrates, and the faint melancholy and naughty images outside the window depict this quiet moment.
14. When I woke up, summer night came. If I tell a desperate story, the darkness will catalyze me, which is even more desperate than the story itself. Spring is getting old, I handed the scepter to Xia, and the bamboo forest sprouted in the expectation of the sky and stood slim in the rain all night. Hard-working people, please don't care too much, and urge bamboo to blossom prematurely in the name of love.
15, I have my red flower, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch.