Nature also has language.
This language is everywhere,
You can see it when you open your eyes.
The flowers on the roadside are smiling,
The grass is also curious to' lean out and look outside'.
Colorful kites fill the sky, isn't it like a beautiful flying carpet?
At this time, the air is filled with natural language:
The messenger of spring came to the earth.
Boom!
Lei Gong began to play drums.
Go,
It began to rain cats and dogs
At this time, the natural language in Thunderstorm is written like this:
The wayward summer doll began to cry again.
Fallen leaves are flying in the air,
Like a butterfly,
Delicious fruit fragrance permeates the whole garden,
More like a colorful picture.
At this time, the natural language is written in the field:
The children's play in autumn has begun to perform!
The little squirrel is in the tree,
Jumping in search of food.
Snow on the ground,
Much like the teacher's white hair after hard work.
The language of nature is written in the snow,
Winter has been finished.