A complete poem

There is no traffic noise in the street, so the broadcast over the treetops is too loud. The pages were turned gently on the knees, and there was an indelible smile on the corners of the mouth. Sunlight climbs from tiptoe to knee, thinking of "black whirlwind" and "white stripes in waves". The weeping willows by the stream use the stream as a mirror to dress up, and the mountain stream is as quiet as a blue belt. The figure was dyed green by the stream, and a green dragonfly was parked on the fishing rod. Suddenly, the figure was broken, and fish and laughter jumped on the grass. There is a big green umbrella on the tree, and a group of white pigeons are dancing and singing in the shade. The sun is watching quietly in the leaves, and thousands of eyes are woven into a bare net, as if the old tree is getting younger, beating drums and clapping hands again and again. The river is like a flock of ducks just entering the water, flapping their wings to drain and play. A pair of little hands stirred up waves, and you made me laugh. Haha, which "water hyacinth" dived into the water and saw a splash when it came out. Zhangji building